Send My Conscience Home in a Taxi

Had me a re-assessment at the gym a few weeks back, and was given a new program. For you non-gym-bunnies out there, doing the same exercises for too long doesn't work. Your body gets used to the movements and you can't really improve that particular set of muscles anymore. At least, so I am told by the gym instructors, who have been known to get things wrong in the past. In this case, I tend to believe them, it's amazing how one aches in a different way doing a different set of exercises.

Anyway, as I was saying, a nice instructor at the Gym wrote a new program for me. A weird program. A very weird program. It has an exercise in it I've never done before.

Skipping

Which has led me to a disturbing discovery...

I can't skip.

I mean, really, I can't skip. There's something about the rhythm of it I just can't do. Probably related to my inability to do any dance other than moshing. I spin the rope and then do one of the following:

• Hit myself in the back of the head
• Get it tangled around my feet
• Simply hit my feet
• Get it caught between my legs or
• Hit the aircon vent on the ceiling.

Not to mention that it is in essance jumping up an down on the spot. Which is not easy for someone of my, ahem, bulk. I think the most actual skips I've put together in a row is about twenty two. I'm supposed to do two sets of 300. I've more or less given up. I try it every now and again, then get frustrated and give up.

One thing I have noticed: the weight of the rope makes a big difference. The heavier the rope, the better, there must be something to do with the throw weight.

Ah well, back to the drawing board.