Last week we had Jumping Jack day at school.

Seriously?  Was this another one of Michelle Obama's idea?  I'm thinking I may have to write her an open letter. 

She's starting to get on my nerves.  First she wants me to serve kale next year to K-3rd graders and now two minutes of jumping jacks?  What's next?  No french fries? ***gasp***

Here's the concept.  All the kids in the county will gather at their perspective schools and starting at 10 p.m. they will do jumping jacks for 2 whole minutes.

Do you remember being seven years old? 

I do.  I was filled with endless energy.  I remember playing outside all day long.  I remember dancing under the sprinkler until my lips turned blue.  I remember riding my bike all the way to the top of the hill we lived on just so I could ride it down and do it again.  We played run down, kick the can and tag.

This post is starting to sound like a country song.

So when the baseball player directing our elementary student in the jump jack party said, "This will work best if we do this in 30 second increments."  I thought.  Is he serious?  These kids can jump for thirty minutes!  They aren't even 10!  They got this!

Mind you, I was hiding in the cafeteria "pretending" to work so I didn't have to jump.  There are a few things I don't do since having three vaginal births and jumping jacks in public is one of them.  I don't jump on trampolines either but that's another post.

moving on...

On your mark...get set...go.  The timer starts.  And I watched from the cafeteria as all of the students in our building begin to jump.  The jumping jacks weren't pretty but they were jumping and moving their arms. 

The timer beeped and those kids fell out.  FELL. OUT.  30 seconds and there was panting and breathing hard and doing A LOT of whining.  But in their defense, they did it again.  And again.  And again.

It wasn't pretty but it was persistent.

I guess that letter to Michelle won't be necessary.  Come to think of it maybe we should lay off the fries.