While I was visiting the Thoeness family (five people among the 75 people to visit this year) in Eugene a few days ago, I mentioned that the jumprope I had bought for my 75 times of jumping rope was too long and I didn't know how to fix it so I could use it. Steve brought out their jumprope to show me how to shorten the rope through the handles. I stood up to measure their rope against my height and thought maybe, since the jumprope was in my hands, I could see if I still remembered how to jump a rope. So I took a trial jump. "One!" Jen said, so of course, if she was counting, I couldn't stop, so on I jumped.
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| I don't think the video will work, but here's pictorial proof, anyway. |
At about 60 I began to wonder if I could actually do 75 jumps, right then, right there. On I went, Jen counting higher and higher. At 72 I stumbled. Drat. Would I have to start all over again? "Keep going!" Jen called, and so I swung the rope three more times, and I had done it. I was slightly winded, but nothing worse, and I had learned what good cardiovascular exercise jumping rope is.
It was a blast. Thanks to my sister Sharon for this idea. It just might carry on beyond 75.
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