Day Thirty Two: Not Enough Down and Bounce

Okay! I get it! Karma has dealt me a mighty blow and I understand the significance of the fact that argh, my lower back is shot. Why? Because I need to get lower in my legs. And damn well bounce. I never claimed to be a good boxer (in fact, may have insinuated I'm pretty bad at it) and just about everything hurts at the moment. Don't get me wrong - my nose smarts a little but aside from that all the other pains are from bad form or using muscles that I don't normally use (I didn't know I had any of those left...)

I love that I found this image

I was thinking of taking up boxing casually. It's about timing, full contact awareness, responding over reaction, look at the action, completion and get lower. Strange that there would be so much cross over with Derby and boxing skills.

Aikido/Fitness: So much time spent on exercises and free play today - just slaughtering. Part of me is sad the workshop is over, another quite beleaguered part that is almost in tears over the prospect of not having to get up tomorrow morning. We worked a bit more on interpretation, dynamics and things like leading, cutting and body being. Peter really drove us into the ground today though, and good on him. Sweat flew in all directions whenever you connected a hit with anyone. It was gross. 

Derby: No skating today. This was a good choice! I don't normally support missing skate practice but damn... I would have ended up face first, drowning in green Thai curry earlier this evening in a fit of extreme exhaustion if I had. 

Diet: Passed on breakfast because I was late, forgot my mouth guard on the way to the dojo so had to backtrack. Fail. Tea and biscuits, a peach, mammoth sandwich (sans avocado as I was out) and so much delicious Thai food for dinner. It had a soporific effect and I was quite lucky not to drown in any of the remains (hence if I had been skating, this probably would have happened)

Similar, but with more drowning.

Sleep: Had some really interesting dreams - lots of weird, freaky stuff but my brain inserted some 'heroes' to help save me. I crossed paths with my three new coaches on the way through a barbed-wire forest of doom being chased by some of the most frightening nightmarish concoctions my brain has come up with for a long while. The coaches helped save me in turn, although I think Anna and I were about to be torn to bits at the last stage just before I woke up. This is actually really strange and says a lot about my stress levels (and possible expectations) because I have always been the lone saviour / hero in all my dream sequences previously. Anyway, I barely got six hours but it's still within the realms of acceptability. Should be able to get seven tonight, easily. I can't believe I can sleep in finally! (I expect to get up around 9am, if that's any indication of what I now consider 'late' to be getting up)