Voices on the Wind Comical Voices
Hooping by Leslie Clark When I was ten, my hula hoop was fuchsia with a white stripe around the circumference that created an optical illusion of a bright circle in the air as I spun the lightweight hoop around my practically non-existent waist. The hoop created hours of entertainment and numerous neighborhood rivalries. Now, five decades later, I have a “fitness” hoop, alleged to burn calories, strengthen my core, work off fat layers. It was accompanied by an instructional DVD that shows me all the ways I can employ it to exercise, not only my core, but arms, legs–an all-over workout. This hoop came in weighted segments, assembled by clicking its parts together. Lavender and grey, it has an outer layer of softest foam, so as not to traumatize my age-fragile skin. I take it out on the patio for lots of spinning room and find that hula hooping, like riding a bike, is another skill apparently never forgotten. My dog, leery of this weird object, keeps his distance and stares at me as if I’ve really lost my mind this time. When I attempt to spin the thing on my arm, it sails over the patio wall; neighbors, I’m sure, suspect the invasion of flying saucers. Practice needed there. But I can spin the hoop forever around my waist. Like educational trends or government policies, around and around and around we go.