Day 02/24
I am loving this visit to
Los Angeles even more than the one last winter. Adding on a few
private lessons has taken things up a bit, fat notch. Also, writing
down the techniques for each class is really helping me retain stuff.
This is even if, as seems likely, I can't make heads or tails of what
I've written down after we get home. The very act of writing forces
me to think in a different way, and to not let my brain collapse the
moment a class ends.
I came here with a few
injuries this time, and am allowing myself to sit out sometimes.
Yesterday I trained at the noon class, and we did stuff that was not
great for my wrecked hand. I therefore sat out the evening class,
which is always pretty much a repeat of what is done mid-day. My
brain got useful repetition, and my hand didn't have to do any heavy
lifting.
Was all smart avoiding a
second lifting class, and yet got caught in one the very next
evening. It was going well, except I pulled a muscle in my back.
Fate.
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