So I was cleaning up and putting things away in the back room and ran across a jump rope. I thought to myself, ‘hey, I haven’t done this in ages, I remember it being kind of fun’. So I took it outside and gave it a go. I think the word I’m looking for is ouch. Evidently getting air time when you’re 190 pounds isn’t nearly as easy as it was when I was 120. So there probably won’t be any more jumping rope in my future.

Did make it to the gym today, my arms are sore from yesterday so the weight lifting portion of my walk wasn’t very pleasant. But I got through 100 so that counts. Also biked up there. It was really muggy today but right around sunset we got some rain. I got a chance to go outside and watch it on the porch which is always nice. We just don’t get enough rain around here.

It’s a week until Sandy goes under the knife. While we’re still not 100% sure that it’s going to happen, we’re ready for it. Happy to help get her where she needs to be and get her home. I’m not bad at that.