See that? It’s the new me. The I’ve-replaced-cigarettes-with-jumping-rope me. From now on, anytime Paige asks me to partake in a ciggie I’m going to say, “Thanks but no thanks Paige. I don’t smoke, but I do jump rope.” My new approach serves several purposes. One, it sends a message to our team that exercise is important. Two, it makes Paige look like a jackass. And three, it helps tighten my abs. As I’ve mentioned countless times in this blog, when you look good you feel good. And when you feel good, you advertise good (I realize that’s not grammatically correct, Mom).