Jumping Rope was one of my favorite activities in elementary school. I did the research. It’s low-impact. Not much different from jumping on a trampoline which I do all the time. So, I bought one of those new-fangled plastic jump ropes that is much easier to spin than the old rope and wooden handle model I grew up with.
The first thing I noticed is that I’d forgotten how to jump rope. I didn’t know the body could forget such things. It never forgets how to swim, or spin a hula hoop or ride a bike. So, I watched YouTube videos on how to jump rope. Ah – yes – let it slap the ground, then jump. Slap, jump, slap, jump, slap, jump...
The barometer was down. Pain shot down my thigh and up my butt. And throbbed deep inside where my leg meets my pelvis.
I hurt when I rolled over in bed. I hurt going up and down stairs. I hurt just going for a nice walk.
A few days later the barometer was up, and I felt better. I jumped some more. It rained some more. And I hurt some more. I blamed myself for overdoing it in gym class. We’d been doing step work.
But the pain kept getting worse. I emailed my surgeon. He wrote back that it looked like back problems to him. I looked up the symptoms on the web. Not a good idea. From that, I’d have concluded I had sciatica. But sciatica is supposed to have a slow onset and not be affected by the barometer.
I went to my chiropractor. He asked what I’d been doing. I told him about my new jump rope. How much fun it was. He suggested I stop – I have plenty of other exercises I also enjoy.
My leg is feeling better. My jump rope is going to a new home.