Skipping. It really can go two ways. There is Rocky. There is Rocky and Bullwinkle. If you are in the Rocky category, you know what you are doing. You look tough. You look like you should be in a dingy gym with Mickey whispering in your ear “Get up, you son of a bitch! Mickey loves you.” You look like a man. If you are in the Rocky and Bullwinkle category, you are a cartoon character. You are on the playground with a skipping rope with streamers exploding out the ends. Turning the rope over and tripping over it. Hopping with survival in mind. Thinking about each turn. Looking like a jackass.
For this challenge, I decided to do 1000 jumps a day. I got a pedometer and started skipping. I would skip for a hundred then lift some weights. Skip another 100 and lift some weights until I got to a thousand. It really is a tremendous workout. There is a learning curve however. At the beginning I was getting maybe ten good ones in then I would trip up. Your jumping style is a factor. Two feet together. Jogging on the spot. The ole can can. You have to find one that works and one that doesn’t make you look like a complete idiot. Once you find it, you can almost fool people into believing you know what you are doing. The other thing is that you have to be aware of how high impact skipping rope can be. My boobs were bouncing. They probably looked like two cats fighting in a burlap sack. My shins were starting to ache. Once I decided to skip on a gym mat, things started to turn around.
I’ve always found that a task with a beginning and an end is the most rewarding. When I started to jump 100 in a row, I felt such a weird sense of accomplishment. It’s skipping rope for f**k sakes. When you get it going, you feel like you may be, I say may be, some kind of athlete. Mind you, I probably looked like an idiot to the world but I didn’t feel like one. I need me some double dutch.
