So Sore

Darn the Fit! It's been too long since I've hula hooped. Something tells me I'm not the only one waking up a bit too sore today.

It is fun, even if it calls me obese and says my Fit Age is 39. Apparently my center of balance is back and to the left. Back and to the left. Back and to the left. (JFK/Seinfeld joke)

I highly recommend getting one. How else can a schmuck like me walk a tightrope, do the ski jump, or roll balls with my face on them into holes in floating platforms? I'm still waiting to see the husband do it. He says he will. I hope he will.

I'm glad I was able to get one. We pre-ordered and when he called the 'Stop to make sure they had it available before he went to work, the guy said he'd already turned 10 people away, but pre-orders were good. This was after they'd been open about 5 minutes. Apparently Amazon didn't get enough to fill all their pre-orders.