The first time I took a jump rope outside I was absolute garbage. Tripping on the rope. Thwacking myself in the back of the head with it. I marveled that so many small children can master this with ease.
I think aiming to get this post out sometime during the actual weekends might work better. I never manage to squeeze out my ‘Friday 5’ on an actual Friday. Usually by Friday, I find about 2 notes pertaining to this scrawled hastily into the columns of my datebook. The intention is there, but then, of... Continue Reading →