Am I the only one who thought of something else when he/she heard the three magic letters for the first time? With the "Genius" in my music player deciding that revisiting Cypress Hill's best hits was the best soundtrack for yesterday's workout session, you will forgive me for feeling out of place.
Well that wasn't the only reason. With the F-words resonating in my skull, I spent the first half of the session pestering about the slowness which characterized how I was progressing through the work-out. I did suffer a great deal yesterday. Honest as I can be, I have to admit I paid the price for not being able to do the routine the day before. I felt terribly disorganized, but I could not imagine doing the exercises in the middle of the night. Simple world of advice to my fellow PCP-ers: don't skip a day, stick to the program. It's obvious, but we have to re-organize our daily schedules. And our nights. Anyone else considering waking up at 5 am? And hence going to bed at 9?
Enough of me wondering "why". On with practicalities.
I tried to do my exercises outside, which meant putting on a pair of trainers. That affected my skipping significantly, and highlighted how poor I am at this core exercise. How a few centimeters of rubber can make a difference...Tripping on the rope means you never get into a proper rhythm, which implies it will take you an unreasonable time to complete your (increasing) dose of few hundreds jumps. Practice makes perfect I guess?
Also, I keep thinking that I haven't sorted out my equipment yet. I haven't decided on what I should do with the pull-up bar. I don't think my landlord will be too happy if I destroy one of the door frames.
My resistance band is too resistant for my weak arms. But that was the only one available.
If anyone has a good idea.
And my electronic kitchen scale wants a new battery. Oh dear...
Enough rumbling. Let's grab the skipping rope...
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