My version, which my brothers taught me, is basically a fancy jumping jack, but why not mix things up?
So, for the second round of 10:00 Flex Time, we lined up seamlessly, marched out Marine-like to our designated safe place, and promptly disintegrated into a roiling swarm of nine-year-olds.
Once back in our circles, we learned the art of the burpee–do a jumping jack, then, back at starting position, bend at the knees with hands on the ground, shift to a push-up position, return to knees-bent, and back to standing/starting position. Repeat process.
The kids needed a step-by-step demonstration, followed by a slo-mo demo, and then they partnered up to practice.
[No surprise, they loved the name. Not quite sure how this will be translated at the family dinner table.]
Once they got the hang of it, I had them do a set of three. Still confusion reigned, and I just shrugged and giggled at a group of two dozen kids in various stages of contortion. Hey, they were moving, right? And laughing. And getting fresh air…
All under the gaze of an unexpected visitor.
Double-yikes. [Would she be at all impressed that there is an actual World Burpee Day? I could only hope.]