I was reminded of my Jump Rope for Heart days this past week in my fitness class. For our cardio portion of the workout we jump rope for varying amounts of time. As I hopped around in class Thursday, feeling like a little kid again, I reminisced on these old fundraisers. I realized how much had changed, and how much had stayed the same. As mentioned in my previous posts, this past year has shattered the belief I was fixed, but it has not destroyed the spirit of the crazy, little jump rope girl from my elementary school days. Jumping rope in fitness class this February has re-instilled the crazy, spunky attitude towards heart disease I had as a kid. Now I know more about the disease and how it pertains to me. While I am not jumping for a fundraiser, I've realized I am jumping for awareness. As this February comes to a close and the American Heart Month finishes I celebrate the gift I have been given, and jump for those who have yet to be healthy enough to jump alongside me.
Thursday, February 27, 2014
Jump Rope for Heart
Growing up in the public school system meant every February my elementary school would hold a Jump Rope for Heart marathon for the American Heart Association. Each time we held the event, all grade levels would get a chance to visit the school gym, grab a jump rope and hop around for the benefit of those with heart disease. As a kid with a fabulous heart surgery scar down my front, I loved this time of year! I was raised knowing I was fixed, but by hopping I felt I could empower others who had not yet had that good fortune. When it was my turn to jump to my hearts desire, I pushed myself to get a bajillion jumps in (often falling short) to make an impact on the organization and to show myself and others what it looked like to be fixed.