When I was growing up in suburban Chicago, my skinny frame earned me the nickname Olive Oyl. Calories had no chance of turning themselves into fat because I spent every waking moment running, hopping or skipping. In the skipping department, my favorite way to spend time was double Dutch jumprope tournaments. My neighborhood posse and I became quite proficient, using rapid rope turning and tricks inside the ropes. And we thought we were up there with the best in town.
Take a look at this guy: