Don't do it naked.(I'm assuming this would be a good rule of thumb. I was barefoot during my trial runs which is why it hurt my ankles so much. I can only guess at how the rest of me would have fared without my protective clothing!)
Buy a top of the line hula hoop. Not one from Toys 'R Us.
That's engineered for a standard 3rd grader . . .
If your inner voice is telling you that this is kind of a bullsh*t exercise
"program" and not to waste your time--trust your inner voice. The coming
hula hooping wave probably doesn't apply to you. Unless you're looking for
one more piece of cheesy exercise equipment for your next garage
I was working on a post about the impact of best friends. It was almost complete, but I couldn't make it work. It ended up sounding trite. Not what I was going for : )
Rick posted something that said everything I wanted to say anyway. So I'm stealing Rick's post (thanks, Rick : )
Spanning 35 years of best friendship: For Linnea, Tosha, Susie, Rich, Wendy, Tracy, Mary, Beautiful and Mister. Include as well the other friends--the ones who aren't quite as intimate, or those who slip quietly in and out of the pantheon but leave in their wake a silver ribbon of wisdom and truth (Clarice, Angie, Michele, Doug, James, and all the others . . . )
Oh the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are -- chaff and grain together -- certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and with the breath of kindness blow the rest away. -George Eliot