Just. Gotta. Push. Myself.

A little bit, at least. Not rashly, not harshly, but steadily. Push myself. 

Catching up on events: I totally blew off footbag the week after my 2012 start. What can I say? It was Beer, Tools, and Electricity. When there’s an opportunity to mix those three… 

Since then, I’ve been back at the Secret Hideout, faithfully putting in some kicking time. The good thing is, I’ve got access to the building at 6, instead of 8, for this semester. That gives me a much bigger window of opportunity. Last week, the cleaning crew caught me, and ended my session, but I still managed 1:45. 

The “workout” pattern I’ve settled into is to count 3+ add rallies with each bag for a bit, as I rotate through them with each song. My numbers were pretty dismal, for the most part. The Man took best of show at 28; Mr. Softy 2nd with 19, and low to mid teens for the rest. 

But I’m trying to push myself. At least a little bit. I love playing footbag, and I’d probably still do it even if I could only do basic kicks. But even if I suck compared to today’s top freestylers, I still love being able to cut a few moves. Friends have thrown down gauntlets; Maybe I haven’t picked them up, but they’re still on the table, and I keep looking at the damned things… 

I’m very eager for spring. Of course we’ve hardly had a winter, but I’m looking for that first nice day that will draw the students out to the circle. Until then, I’m trying to apply gentle pressure in the Secret Hideout so I am fit and ready for spring. Speaking of that, I believe I’ve gained about 6-7 lbs since Christmas. I’ve stopped the increase, but taking it back off is gonna take real work. 

Push. Myself. 

1:45 / 1:30 / 5:15 – Thanks for tuning in! 

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