This ain't yo mama's double dutch

Cheap scotch and hip hop.

There's an apartment for rent,

inquire within.

When JT moves out,

let Jaron in!

 

When Jaron sent out the fourth phase of hypertrophy four weeks past, with an emphasis given to gaining vertical leap, I nearly LOL'd him out of the building when I read two weekly circuits of jump rope. Who the freak does he think I am; a third grader competing in the President's Fitness Challenge? Oh how wrong I have been... Black magic has nothing on the demonic spell he cast over my calves and knees. The devil's herd is currently knife fighting in my lower hinges.

 

At the end of the first and third workouts, a twenty minute jump roping set is the designated cardio. During the past eight workouts with jump rope assignments I have yet to make it more than two minutes straight with out stopping for either, a calf seizure, a near arch collapse, a shin-smacking rope miscue, or all of the above. Over the past month, my twenty minutes of jump rope has been subdivided into six rounds of three minutes. The first thirty seconds is a pre-set rest phase (to make sure the Pandora connections is solid). Then the trailing two-thirty is a monkey boy uncoordinated pogo. Laugh it up! Drop a comment if you make it more than one-thirty and cursing all things sacred.

 

Post Script

Next post will be the official launch of our merchandise line for The ODJ. Unlike earning your Insanity T-shirt, we are shamelessly selling swag to fund our citrus addiction.