Hopeful to hula

I bought a hula hoop.

It was an impulse purchase from a strategically placed display in a large sporting goods store. It was a beautiful spring day, and a hula hoop seemed like a good idea.

Except that I can’t hula hoop any more.

Once upon a time, I was a champion hula hooper. Not that there was a contest, but I could pretty much hula hoop nonstop.

I expected to be a little rusty. After all, it has been at least 30 years since I was good at hula hooping. But I thought it would come back to me in good time.

But I can’t seem to get the hoop to rotate around my body more than a couple of times before it falls to the floor.

I’m blaming it on hips. Back in the day, I didn’t have any. But then I didn’t have any cleavage, either. All the body parts are a bit more well padded, and the hula hoop doesn’t seem to want to orbit around them.

But I am determined. By the end of the summer. I plan to be in prime hula hooping form once again.

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