Ode to my Jockstrap

Taking the advice of an online friend, I decided to forgo my run - I hate doing anything outdoors in this blistering cold - and try jumping rope instead. Bad idea! Well, perhaps it's more appropriate for me to state that this is a bad idea if preparation for a grown man to bounce up and down, unsupported for any length of time is not made. Let's just say James and the Giant Peaches were moving like a speedbag for a midget boxer and I'm walking a bit funny today. There's nothing like pummeling yourself with your own genitalia.

Jockstraps: not just for gay porn anymore.