i’m pleasantly shocked when i walked into city square steve nash to find two new sparking platforms with sets of bumper plates neatly lined up. i only wish brentwood would also replace some of their broken bumper plates. it’s unacceptable to not even have one full set of bumper plates in the whole gym. i stayed pretty patient for five months waiting for my shoulder to heal and now i’m itching to get back into olympic lifting. when not in motion, the ligament doesn’t bother me, but got to be extra careful and not go ham too quickly. i’ve wanted to refine my techniques and this might be the year to do it
being exposed is the first step, learning is the second step and practicing is the next. learning about vanishes and working on those tornado kicks, eventually to link some combos together. all these drills further shows me how right dominant i have become; but then again, how often is anyone ambidextrous in tricking? going to classes has been really fun with a welcoming bunch and patient instructors. the next step is having the time and confidence to go to open gyms. what a workout today; i was already sweating as i sit and stretch
late into the office because i had to go in for another regular physio checkup. what was suppose to be just stretching became rolling, and from rolling it became dynamic exercises. it seems i’m always doing exercise like i’m in circus school. as usual he went through my standard list of ankle, hip, back, neck, shoulder and thumb, and then more. i had no idea my knee cap was out of alignment, again. my knee cap has been stable in the recent months but clearly needed a little attention today. fun fact is i’ve been a part of my physio clinics existence for fourteen of the twenty years.
though not cleared for most activities i do, the surgeon has given me the okay to be here. my gear was ready and my bag was packed while i waited for his signal. it’s the first time in over two months i could legitmately be here in my happy place doing the happy things. a stupid setback happened due to my impatience and inability to stay put. i thought i was okay, i wanted to be okay, but only after exerting it did i find out it was still premature
it’s bad when no solid food would stay down and three barf bags wasn’t enough to last the day. i was worried i wouldn’t last the day at epcot and ruin the disney experience for mo. i wanted him to go explore the park while i rest but instead, he guided me through and was patient when i needed frequent breaks. luckily after throwing up everything and taking a nap on the bench, i felt much better and had the energy to enjoy the rest of epcot. it was a tiring day that didn’t start off well, but ended happy and satisfied