that time playing on friend’s rings trying calisthenic moves while waiting for our carpool. i still remember we met up at midnight to do a red eye drive down to portland competition. the good old times when i am still active in the competition world, training and coaching at the same time. those days are gone and i no longer have the same competition goals anymore; maybe i finally realize it’s time to let go so my broken body won’t get anymore broken
being handed my green bib and corporate team tech shirts today made it apparent that the sunrun is only days away. this will be my third time doing the biggest run in vancouver and first time in the green division. i had pretty high expectations for this run but i’m not sure what to expect after taking an ill-advised dive earlier this week. all i can do is tape up my knee and hope that i can finish like i had set out to do. all i’m asking for is to keep pushing as long as my tape job holds up my knee together
one knee down and only one working knee left to hobble on. i felt like a genius laying all out to make a beautiful play at handball, but my body isn’t feeling so genius after the adrenaline died down. it’s probably the right decision to skip out on dodgeball when i can’t fully weight bear on that leg. as much as i want to play, i shouldn’t take that risk. what i really need is my physicians but one is on vacation and the other is overtly busy. i’ll manage myself with some home remedies
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.
the amount of output yesterday got me and my body good so i decided it was a sunday worth letting my body recover a little. so many body parts are currently quite shattered so taking time off for one or maybe two days isn’t too much to ask for. even if i forced it, i would only be half assing my designated heavy leg day. instead, i spent like how most people treat sundays, relaxing and watching indian wells finals. i’m very disappointed federer lost the match, but he just wasn’t on his game from the beginning
the aftermath of a blackbelt test i didn’t want to work. it didn’t bode well from the beginning and only got worse when i’m told by the grandmaster to hold a board when he knows very well my hand isn’t healed for it. it really has become a hostile environment i’m tired of bearing his unreasonable and unethical ways. it has caused me too much grief and too much sleep and i’m no longer willing to go the distance to suit his needs while i sacrifice my happiness. either his attitude has to change and respect has to be there, or that’s the end of an era
four months is a long time to go without having played a dodgeball game. my thumb is heavily taped up and ready to get this season underway. as expected, i was rusty with my throwing, catching and timing. i’m in no position to complain because just being on the court with my teammates and friends is a luxury i haven’t had in far too long. i never take being able to walk on and off the court unscathed for granted. i know that with play, slowly but surely i’ll work my way back into my game form