I started the session WAY late last night; I got distracted by something shiny, had other business to attend to, etc. Starting at 10:40pm, I told myself. “Just the minimum 1:15. Maybe just an hour even.” I’m ahead on my time goals, and I ended up on foot and walked about 15km two days earlier. My shins were sore and tight. I could slack a little, couldn’t I?
Actually, NOT! Early in the session, I was feeling the groove, getting my funky chicken style going just a bit. First time that’s happened in a few. I counted a 22 contact guiltless run early on, too. But it seemed like my energy level was down a little. I spent more time going back to the radio, jumping to the next song (gawd I love being able to do that with internet radio!), pacing between rallies, stuff like that.
Another 1:45 at the Secret Hideout tonight. It’s definitely the most solid session yet this year. Consistent energy level, consistent and reasonably dense difficulty level, hit everything I was looking to hit. But that whirl on the right side… WTF? Why were you so hard tonight? At least my drifters were coming easy, and I was hitting some torques, including a pair in a single rally.
I keep my hair buzzed in the summer, but I let it grow in the winter to cut down on dandruff. It better get warm soon… look at this stuff!