So, I’m sitting outside in between classes when I had this crazy/silly/very me idea to skip around the city. My first thought (after I was laughing uncontrollably) was there’s got to be a group or something that gets together and skips and sure enough, I found one! In the city! Since I haven’t skipped in a really long time, I mean, when was the last time you skipped…on purpose? Exactly. So I figured why not practice by skipping to my next class? I already had my helmet from the whole Citibike situation (which I returned, FYI) so, out of safety (but really, I was tired of carrying it) I put that sucker on! And thus, here you have me, skipping, in a bicycle helmet from Soho to the West Village. The funny thing is I really thought people would be starring and pointing and shaking their heads in confusion (I mean, amazement!) but NO ONE looked at me! I couldn’t believe it? Is it possible that the sight of a helmet-wearing, yoga-attired female skipper is just so ordinary that no one bothers to look? I honestly made it five blocks and almost collapsed. Who knew skipping was such a work-out!!! (I guess the skipping club!) And I wasn’t wearing the proper foot attire. You really need some good shoes to skip. So, I hurt my foot, and never made it up to the skipping club. Oh well. There’s always next week. But, I certainly had a fun time while it lasted. Consensus: Skipping is a work-out. Always wear a helmet