i do a lot of little things during the course of a day/week that while are interesting in their own way, aren't worthy of updating the website about...and by all accounts this is probably one of those, but I'm in the mood, so bear with me.

Recently, I've been on this fitness kick, so its only been a few days, but based on my college career's track record, this constitutes a kick. Anyway the new fad started partly because James and I decided to buy bikes and cycle across the country as soon as he graduates and I begin my summer-of-weeping-uncontrollably in 2 weeks. And why would we do this? because we both have never been more than 30 miles west of the Missisippi river, and what better way to really see the country up close and personal?

I'm pretty sure we're not actually going to make the trek, because i'm positive we'd never make it past the treacherous Blue Ridge mountains that seem to get in the way of our western excursion...I don't even like driving over them, thin air, run-away trucks, fog, and frogs of biblical proportions. now if we could only start in the plains states and build up steam first, then we'd really have something.

This kind of impetuous suicide-mission/sight-seeing trip is what both of us could really use in our lives right now...hell, who couldn't use one of those. But we'd end up walking our bikes most of the way, braving the elements and the passing motorists...and the frogs, those fucking frogs.

But at very least, there's the dream, as long as there's even the slightest chance we could just get up and go, then the dream lives on. And until that day, I'm going to do my damnedest to be in mediocre physical shape.

So Dan, after three years you've finally decided to take advantage of JMU's state-of-the-art physical fitness center? HaHa, no stupid, there are people there, scary not-me people. And I'm the same kid who once failed my gen-ed health class because I refused to go to UREC outside of class for the required number of hours. So get real.

Anyway back to the point, not unlike a pregnant lady I had an unrelenting craving, but not for pickle sandwiches but for a jump rope, to add some cardio to my meager, in the safety-of-my-own-home workout. I had been jumping invisible rope, but it's just not the same. And last night I was working at The Breeze and there was a jump rope on the assistant sports editor's desk and that only fueled the fire.

And I'm not leaving the house to buy a $2 rope with handles...so I made my own.

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danwho kissed you on the nose on 04.21.05 @ 10:40 PM [link]