It does sleep sometimes….
It was raining so I had to bring my 50 minute training routine inside. Every few minutes our son comes to check on me. I think he is just checking that I still have a pulse.
He stood looking really puzzled at me.
“Dad what on Earth are you doing”
Rather breathlessly I told him I was skipping.
“What like the boxers do!”
That’s right son, it’s a great exercise.
“Haven’t you forgotten something Dad?”
“The skipping rope!”
Technically yes. The problem is that I can’t skip. I have tried for years and my record is about 6 seconds before I garrotted myself. So I have decided to just imagine that I have a rope. Suddenly skipping is so easy and I can get most of the benefits of the exercise without looking like a complete pillock…
“No just a partial pillock”
That is very fair.
“But Dad it’s like me and falconry. I’m not yet allowed to be a falconer and hold birds of prey. But I imagine that I do. It’s good practice.”
And with that I was allowed to go back to my version of skipping. We all need to release our imagination every so often. It can help us in so many ways. Even allows an uncoordinated pillock like me to skip….