There was a time when I could be brought to tears at the very mention of jumping rope.
My feet and ankles were hurt and swollen, I was recovering from Plantar Faciitis. I had no sense of timing. I was clueless, in pain and extremely frustrated.
It had gotten to the point that whenever a workout had rope jumping, I scaled it by not using a rope. Yeah, you read that right. I would simply jump in place, so I could get the physical benefit, without the frustration.
Now it seems I notice that we seldom even use the rope. But today, I took it out after the workout and jumped for the first time in at least a month. In sixty seconds I was able to pull off 135 single-unders without one miss.
That was the longest sixty seconds. I was fried after 30 and when I looked at the clock and realized I was only halfway through the minute, I was stunned. But by God’s grace I kept spinning the rope and getting my jumps, …and not missing.
At the minute mark I collapsed onto the floor, exhausted, but ecstatic. Yes, it was a PR, but more than that, it is exciting to realize that at one time, a single jump was impossible. Progress can be slow, but progress is always progress. Savor it.
Way to go Chuck! Great job and thanks for always inspiring all of us!