My cat insists on making everything exceptionally difficult by providing a huge distraction for myself and the whole world while I'm trying to talk. Elizabeth Bathory the Blood Countess knows no shame.
Alright yo's, I'm back outside this week for some fun in the no-sun. Old futon mattresses and fold-out bed cushions abound, There's finally a lack of snow on my trampoline and underneath it to the point where it's almost safe to use. With all that being said, I thought I'd jump right into the stunts that I didn't get a chance to do last year, picking up where I left off with a substitute of soft and pillowy goodness, instead of hard cardboard. This is mostly because I can't yet acquire any boxes; they're always soggy this time of year and that's super gross.
Don't get on my back about not doing a proper bouncy backflip. I don't know how many of you have tried to jump in one direction when there's slippery nylon under your feet, sloping in the other. I did the best I could with the material I was given (quite literally in this case), and I almost broke my neck anyway because that trampoline frame is like a wet spaghetti noodle.
I'm still fairly proud of myself for this one. The one jump I did where I kind of just flailed around doesn't look so much like it hurt, but I landed with most of my weight off of the mattress and my spine crumpled in on itself. Also, my pelvic/thigh bone connection hurts, but that's really nothing new. I suffer for this art form.
Anyways, hope you enjoyed this week's video as much as I enjoyed my near-death experience.
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