I-move

Today, I thought I would spice up my usual cardio routine at the gym. I spotted a skipping rope.
I used to love skipping as a kid, so I thought I'd give it a try.

I've recently become one of those people who tucks their ipod into the waist of their jogging pants if they need both their hands... like I did in order to securely hold on to the skipping rope.

It took me a few tries to get going, but before I knew it, I was on a role. Skip, skip, skip. Until, I felt my knee kind of clicking. The movement felt awkward. I couldn't figure out what was wrong, so I stopped. And when I went to put my hand on my knee, i noticed it was unusually square and shaped precariously like an Ipod. So i very carefully, and subtlety reached into my pants, removed my ipod from them, and decided that maybe the stairclimber was a better bet. At least there is a spot to rest my ipod there.

Resurrection

It's time. Time to put fear and loathing aside. It's time to resurrect my blog.

I know, I may not have any readers left. It's a problem I've created unto my own. But nonetheless, I will try. You see, I'm making changes. Big changes. And in order to make changes, one must take action. How can I be the great and infamous Tracy Lowe if I don't even try. So alas, I'm resurrecting my blog.

It all started after I finished a writing course this term. I loved it. I love writing. I'd like to be able to do it as a freelancer. So it's high time I started up again. And maybe, just maybe, one day, I'll figure out how to make it work.

Hold on to you seats, folks. We're all in for a bumpy ride.