What' s my coordination prognosis if--despite swinging an imaginary rope--I struggle to accurately execute double-jumps?
The trouble is I'm trying so desperately to swing my arms in tandem that I forget to breathe and my neck starts aching from the tension. So I compromise. I allow myself to swing just the one time as long as I jump as high as Jillian does. And really, this is safer for everyone involved. Wouldn't want to maim Bo-Bo with an invisible whip, would I?
Bo would thank me for my kind consideration, but he's busy licking the paw I tried to flatten during our walk this morning. Nothing like the yelp of an innocent first thing to remind me just how many pounds I'm still packing.
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