I have added a new challenge to my workout routine. As the title of this entry suggests, it’s jumping rope.
As a youngster, I loved jumping rope. In grade school my friends and I would jump for the entire fifteen minute recess. In college, I avoided gym classes for the entire four years but still jumped rope. I also jumped rope with my own children, impressing them that someone as “ancient” as I could still do “Down the M-I-S-S-I-S-S-I-P-P-I where the tug boats push.”
So I bought a jump rope recently, the kind you custom cut to your size since the right length is essential for skilled jumping. And now I bring it to the gym. The good news is that I still have the balance and ability to jump; the bad news is I can no longer do it for fifteen minutes.
But I’ll work up to it. Then I’ll find two people who will turn for me so I can tackle the Mississippi again.