It all started when I stole four hula hoops at Asbury Hall in college. Well, it wasn’t technically stealing if they had stopped using them for the particular event they have been purchased for and just left them in the lounge collecting dust. I didn’t know how to hula hoop back then, my roommate Anna thought me the rhythm of the it all. I would take all four of my hulas on the fourth floor in Hoyt, my residence hall and we would have small hula parties there. Sometimes, Anna and I would go on the lawn and have hula competition. “Let’s see who can hula for the longest!” I would shout.
Back then, and when I say back then, I mean four years ago, we didn’t know any hula tricks. We would hula and dance around, sometimes walk with it, but we didn’t know how to move it and down our bodies and do any of the fancy tricks one sees on videos. We still don’t.
The hulas I had were the cheap 99-cent ones. They were light and flimsy, but we worked with them anyway. I’ve grown a lot since then, and that is why I purchased a custom-made collapsible hula for $40 bucks. Now, you’re saying, FORTY DOLLARS for a hula hoop!? I agree with you. Remember when I told you I was cheap? Well, I’m not cheap when it comes to things that bring me pleasure. While I wouldn’t spend over $80 on most shoes, I would spend $20 on a lipstick, $200 for a good meal (for two), and over $40 for a good hula hoop. I have priorities, and maybe shoes and clothing are not one of them.
I suppose all of this blabbering makes you wonder what this post can be about, well you probably should have guessed it by now. It’s about my new $40 dollar hula hoop and my roof top. If you have been following my blog, you know that I have moved to a brand new building with sensational views of the NYC skyline, Morningside and Central Parks. You also know that I’m a active little booger, and I’m always excited about the most simple things. Well, this is my new current obsession: hula hooping on my roof. My building is the tallest around my block, and unless you’re three blocks away on the twentieth floor you might see me, but I shouldn’t be bigger than a small toy car. I can bring my radio or ipod dock up and hula my stress away.
There are many types of hula hoops, some are made for dancing and different tricks, and others are made for strictly exercising. I have both kinds, in fact, I still have one from the batch I stole in college. I know how to dance with the hula, and I can move with it continually on my waist for more than an hour without dropping it. What I’m learning now are the awesome tricks. From my waist to my hand to my neck. Moving it up and down my body without using my hands. It’s all great exercise. It may look silly and childish, but it’s fun and it’s burning the calories. It gets your heart rate up when you’re moving around, and you don’t think about it until you’re sweaty and out of breath. You’ve got to move the legs and the arms to get the full benefits. Once, I work out a choreography, a video is to come of my new obsession.