Burning skipping ropes aren't as cool as they look, but they make for a good story.

I decided to jump into a spinning, burning rope on the beach the other night. I thought it was going to be a cool thing to do. A blast from the past... the days when I used to skip on the streets with my little friends. The strange thing is that I was never good at that kind of skipping back then. Yet, somehow I decided that on this night I could do it and I could do it while being intoxicated and while the rope was, yes, on fire.

Counting down from "3,2,1 Go!" Jason standing behind me, counting with me, ready to jump in with me... but he didn't follow. I was in the center of the spinning firey rope, I turned to see if Jay had followed and the next thing I knew the rope hit my left foot, knocking me down. In the process I managed to twist/sprain my right foot and burn my left foot.... ouch. I lay there scared that the rope would continue turning and whack me again, but it stopped. I was laughing very hard... unaware of my injuries and looking into Jay's laughing face. I got up and hobbled out of there.

The injuries are healing nicely and I laugh everytime I think of the incident. Just thought I would share it with you.