Box Jumps
Attention, plyo box!Look at you: from up here, you could be a piece of Lego.You've scared my friends, but not me. They hesitate to jump on you – and I have, too – but no more.With one spring, I can bring my full weight down on you. I can stomp you a hundred times in five minutes. Every time I hear that hollow 'thump!' of my heels striking your platform, I laugh.I used to step on you. That's not enough for me anymore. I escalate not just in jump height, but also in the ferocity which I will rain down on you.Your biggest threat to me? Scraped shins. Had those when I was three, thanks. Over it.See you soon. Let me know how my soles taste. Kisses, me.
