Frog hops

I was reminded of public school gym class last week. There is not a lot I remember about it other than emotion — the feeling of embarrassment for not earning an award, like the Standard of Excellence or some such. Bronze, silver, and gold as well, I think. This was a completely different age, where rope climbing and a general lack of accommodation for different abilities were simply the norm. Rope climbing was not something I could do without considerable extra effort, and the only instructional method available was beratement.Many movements from childhood gym class are still genuinely useful, and as a middle-aged adult, rather challenging to sustain for long. This week we did something akin to frog hops — dropping into a deep squat, close to the ground, and while holding a wall ball, jumping as far forward as you can. You repeat this across the length of the gym and back, then do it again as many times as the workout calls for. I am absolutely certain I looked ridiculous. But…