Skip five--or maybe not.

Tuesday, June 05, 2007

Skip--5 minutes.

It had been reminding me every day, just like that, for at least two months. Every time I would sit my soft tushy down in my chair at my desk, open Outlook, and look at my daily schedule, there it would be--not pushy, but a present reminder of an unkept promise to myself.

One, two, three, four...

The rope smacked the laminate in front of me as my bare toes pushed off in unison, the rope slid underneath, and my toes made contact with the floor again.

I had had a few false starts where, instead of smacking the floor, the rope had made a painful acquaintance with my shins. I tsk, tsked myself, then shrugged--I guess that's what happens when you don't handle a skipping rope for almost twenty years.

...eight, nine, ten...

I was actually skipping rather quickly--much faster than the easy, take-your-time-and-jump-over-one-leg-at-a-time approach I used to have during school recesses. No "Cinderella dressed in yellow" here--although my brain had time to go a mile a minute, I was hard-pressed to even gasp out the few words it required to tell Jude to stay well clear of the rope's path as it whizzed through the air.

...fifteen, sixteen, seventeen...

Five minutes? It seemed so basic, almost laughable, when I had first put it into the daily planner. Of course I can do five minutes! I can do it while I am waiting for the oatmeal to cook in the morning! I can do it while I am watching my kids play outside! Piece of cake!

...twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six...

Did I really say five minutes? I can hardly breathe here, and I'm only at twenty-seven reps!


Okay, time for a break.

Jude asked me a question. I wheezed out a response between gasps. I thought of the triceps that had been flapping rather annoyingly while I bounced. I thought of the slim-but-not-very-well-toned calves that were just barely getting warmed up. As soon as my breathing was under control, I did another thirty reps.

Then I collapsed on the couch.

Five minutes? I guess I'll have to work up to that.

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  1. Keep it up Talena, it gets easier!

  2. Haha! Watch those shins - if you're like me you'll be tripping over your own feet if you overdo it. But good on ya!

  3. Good for you. Better to start somewhere, than not at all. (Now, I will try not to feel guilty for skipping my workout today.)

  4. Heather Anne - I KNOW! I just gotta show it who's boss.

    Dawn - Today I did it again, and managed to get two sets in, first of 50, second of 40. I can feel it in my torso, especially the lower abdominal muscles. Weird, right? But you're right, it was easier.

    Colleen - I haven't tripped on my own feet skipping, but I have fallen over while standing still. I also smacked my bare toes with the rope today. That was kind of ouchy.

    PIMD - No sense in guilt. That's the beauty of using Outlook to remind you. No guilt trips. If you don't do what it says, it doesn't come back later with "I told you to do that, but would you listen? How many times do I have to remind you before you actually pay attention to me?" Who needs that kind of pressure! If you're going to skip it, do it whole-heartedly, I say. Guilt is for wimps.

  5. Actually I was referring to overdoing the skipping and then discovering your shin muscles (?) don't work for a day or two. Literally I have had to pick up my feet from the knee in order to walk - otherwise I'm tripping over my own damn feet. Yes, I wrote that. (heh heh) Although a nuisance it is hilarous.

  6. Falling over while standing still? That makes me giggle ....

  7. I LOVE skipping rope!! But I KNOW I couldn't go a full five minutes now. Five minutes is a looong time when you're fighting for breath, isn't it Tally? WHOA yes.


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