Declan isn’t really athletic. We tried soccer, but there was all this running, and sweating, and working hard.
Then we tried gymnastics, and he loved it for a while, then got bored. Much like his father and me at his age, he can’t seem to find something to *stick* too.
So rather than bleed out our mortgage every month to the owner of the gym, we ended that relationship too.
I felt pretty strongly he should have SOME sort of exercise activity, right? Sitting on the couch and watching Popeye every Saturday morning wasn’t going to give him muss-kells, so we thought of other alternatives.
Tennis? Karate? Hell, YOGA? … SOMETHING?
He finally came back to gymnastics.
The sport where you hurl yourself at bouncy things and they make you more bouncy.