Okay, long-time posters will have heard me before moaning about going to the gym. I quit about six weeks ago because of an injury that just about laid me out. Six weeks, and yeah, I’m getting flabby. The extra walks with the dogs aren’t doing it, and since Guy is still going to the gym . . . So I said I’d go with him last night. Not do anything but stretch out and maybe walk on the treadmill.
I get there and put on my suit. Say “hi” to everyone, and go into the room . . . and well, maybe I can do the warm-ups. And I could. Yay! So maybe I can do the techniques, too. And yay! I could! I did everything but the falls and rolls. (duh) I had a blast with Guy in the take-downs doing them in slow mo–laughing more than anything else. So it was a good day in the gym.
But oh, today . . . I can feel it twinging, and as much as I want to stay where I am, I might have to drop back down to a different school of practice that’s not so rough. Blaaaah. This sucks dishwater.
Oh, and one of my readers told me yesterday that you can go to Amazon and order THIS blog (and any other, I suppose) to be delivered to your Kindle. I’ve not checked it out yet, but how cool is that?