The single greatest thing about living in San Francisco is there is literally anything under the sun you could ask for by way of activities within the city’s 49-square-mile confines—from an aerial tour via passenger blimp to fulfilling a childhood dream of bouncing around in a room full of trampolines. And you know by now how much I like jumping.
The bizarre thing is that two Thursdays ago I went on a media hard hat tour of the new House of Air, which has been under construction since March. The place was set to open just eight days later, but it was virtually a construction zone and I was certain they wouldn’t be opening their doors for months, let alone the following week. Yet, lo and behold, somehow the place was in perfect order and all set to welcome its first visitors this past Friday.
As if the House of Air needed the added cool factor, it’s located on Mason Street just across from Crissy Field, in a nearly-LEED-certified former airplane hangar within a national park (the Presidio), with views of the Golden Gate Bridge from the Bay-facing windows sprucing up the stark interior. Only in San Francisco, kids.
It’s super easy, too: You pay your $14, receive a wrist band and Adidas rental shoes (to protect the ol’ ankles), and are admitted into the arena. No prior experience or training required. You can store your belongings in central lockers for an additional 50 cents. There’s also a cafe upfront should you need something to nibble (which I wouldn’t recommend before bouncing around like so—I made that very mistake with a late lunch of bangers and mash!).
The funny thing is that aside from one very short encounter on a trampoline with SVV in Denmark nearly five years ago, I probably haven’t been on one in over a decade. But it truly is just like riding a bike: I didn’t feel the slightest bit scared picking up my flipping where I left off as a child, as if I were a gymnast in a past life. SVV, on the other hand, was only marginally more awkward—he was the first to admit it. (I chalk it up to him being a dude.) Check out our mad skillz below.
The complex has specialty services such as fitness classes and organized games of dodgeball and basketball on a separate trampoline “court.” It also offers a training area for extreme athletes such as divers, wakeboarders and snowboarders to work on their moves. You don’t have to leave the little ones at home either, out of fear that they’ll get hurt: There’s the Air Junior Bounce House—one of those inflatable, castle-like structures—specifically for kids ages 3 to 6.
I was hardly expecting to leave exhausted after just an hour, but bouncing up and down for an hour gives you quite the cardio challenge, it turns out. Tip: Wear workout clothing that breathes easy, not heavy knits as I did, or you won’t be looking (or smelling, for that matter) much like a lady once you’re through.
Full disclosure: I was quite gamey by the end of our hour, not to mention out of breath. And man was I sore all day Saturday—I guess that’s the biggest difference to trampolining in your adult life! SVV felt it, too; in fact, he got up at 6:30am for an epsom salt soak in our tub. Oh the realities of getting old. (At least I’ll never be as old as my husband, heh.)
**Video taken with our favorite toy, the GoPro HD Helmet Cam.
House of Air is a mere two miles from my house, so you’d better believe I’ll be a frequent attendee. And if you’re visiting San Francisco and need a bouncing accomplice, now you know who to call. (Just don’t challenge me to a back-flipping duel, unless you’re well prepared to lose!)