The frail, knotted rope skims over the rocky, snow covered ground.
Again, and again.
Continuously.
Finally I stop, setting the jump rope on a weight bench.
My chest feels like it's vibrating after only fifty skips.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Rattle, rattle!
Almost as is in anger management, I wail away on the black, Everlast, punching bag.
Attached to the rafters by chains, it rattles with every hit.
Duct Tape.
A supporter of the punching bag's structure.
I hope it holds.

Back and forth between the two.
My heart was thundering before, now I take breaks to cough up tar from cigarettes.
After four or five sets, the pre-workout cardio is complete.