Lost things found
Feb. 15th, 2003 11:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tylikGood hard practice last night. I skipped some of the breaks to do remedial sweeps training, and this morning I'm pretty sore, but I think it's the kind of sore that will work itself out with some stretching and maybe an allieve or two. Shoulder is definately still better, though when I tried to do back sweeps (where you need to use your hands) I tweaked it and curled up into a little whimpering ball. (And Shifu said "So don't do it!" Wah.)
My front sweeps are starting to come together. They're not perfect, but they suck a lot less than they did. I forgot to use my hands a bunch with them -- which is actually the more advanced form of them -- and found that if anything that helps my balance. What with skipping breaks for extra practice I did way to many, and that's a large part of the reason I'm sore...
And I found my lost waterbottle! Now I'm back to having a matched pair of thirty-two ounce bottles that will fit in my little lumbar pack. Go me.
Dinner at Cafe Ambrosia last night was great. Losing my wallet while picking up Jadine's car was not... but even if I was way to fucking tired to go back across the bridge, we found it again. (Thank you, Craig. Not sure I wouldn't have crashed the car on my own.) Oh, and I found that load of existential angst that I'd thought I'd gotten rid of, but I think that was mostly sleep dep and *really* not wanting to call the bank to tell them my wallet was lost again.
So now I'm wondering if I'm going to the Anti-War march today. I don't have particularly good memories of anti-war demonstrations, but I'm feeling called to stand up and get counted. So I'll pop my Alieve, swap a thermos of tea for one of the water bottles, stretch a bit and hope really hard that that SPD isn't too into this tear gas thing. (My asthma has been so quiescent... I like it that way.)
My front sweeps are starting to come together. They're not perfect, but they suck a lot less than they did. I forgot to use my hands a bunch with them -- which is actually the more advanced form of them -- and found that if anything that helps my balance. What with skipping breaks for extra practice I did way to many, and that's a large part of the reason I'm sore...
And I found my lost waterbottle! Now I'm back to having a matched pair of thirty-two ounce bottles that will fit in my little lumbar pack. Go me.
Dinner at Cafe Ambrosia last night was great. Losing my wallet while picking up Jadine's car was not... but even if I was way to fucking tired to go back across the bridge, we found it again. (Thank you, Craig. Not sure I wouldn't have crashed the car on my own.) Oh, and I found that load of existential angst that I'd thought I'd gotten rid of, but I think that was mostly sleep dep and *really* not wanting to call the bank to tell them my wallet was lost again.
So now I'm wondering if I'm going to the Anti-War march today. I don't have particularly good memories of anti-war demonstrations, but I'm feeling called to stand up and get counted. So I'll pop my Alieve, swap a thermos of tea for one of the water bottles, stretch a bit and hope really hard that that SPD isn't too into this tear gas thing. (My asthma has been so quiescent... I like it that way.)
