Yes, I am talking hula hoop here. The self-proclaimed "Mayor of Hooperville" was on hand to give 15 of us instruction on hooping. After a stretch, she taught us how to keep the momentum going, how to keep it up and get it back up (no comments from the peanut gallery), how to change direction, hoop on our hands, and even pass ourselves through the hoop. I had a blast, so much so that I ordered a hoop. Hopefully I won't break anything in my house when I hoop (it does run away at times from my enthusiasm, or maybe I'm projecting...) Already I feel complaints from muscles I have long since forgotten, and I am expecting bruises on the tops of my hands from the hand hooping.
The class reminded me that I love the challenge of learning movement, that I have trouble doing two things at the same time (walking while hooping, for example: hard...) and if I remember to add music to exercise it becomes much more like play than "work". Added bonus: I found the title to the elusive Jack Johnson song I heard once and could never pinpoint. Yay me!