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I just spent the past fifteen-ish minutes jumping rope.
Badly, I might add.
Is it a lovely day and worth getting outside to do something physical, even if badly? Yes, yes it is. Is it worth huffing and puffing like a dragon about to breathe fire? Yes, yes it is. Did I make a smidgen of progress? Yes, yes I did. I managed to jump at least ten times before the rope caught three times in a row. When I first got out there, it was only two or three times before I got stopped. I feel good about it.
My knees are not going to be happy with me in the short term, but fuck 'em. I used to skip all the damn time when I was a kid and could do so for HOURS. I kind of miss those halcyon days of going outside with a jump rope and skipping in the driveway until I was bored of it or I went to skip with other neighbourhood kids.
I miss being able to do so without feeling like I wanted to fall over. I can do fifteen to twenty minutes a day, right?
Badly, I might add.
Is it a lovely day and worth getting outside to do something physical, even if badly? Yes, yes it is. Is it worth huffing and puffing like a dragon about to breathe fire? Yes, yes it is. Did I make a smidgen of progress? Yes, yes I did. I managed to jump at least ten times before the rope caught three times in a row. When I first got out there, it was only two or three times before I got stopped. I feel good about it.
My knees are not going to be happy with me in the short term, but fuck 'em. I used to skip all the damn time when I was a kid and could do so for HOURS. I kind of miss those halcyon days of going outside with a jump rope and skipping in the driveway until I was bored of it or I went to skip with other neighbourhood kids.
I miss being able to do so without feeling like I wanted to fall over. I can do fifteen to twenty minutes a day, right?
