Last night we started our warm-ups with kicks. I love and hate the drill we perform. Grab a partner and hold opposite hands and then endless roundhouse kicks. It's a progressive drill that starts with kicks to the knee, then abdomen and finally head. It's exhausting because at the peak of the drill you are doing 12 kicks on various targets while you remain balanced on one foot.
So the day after I'm usually fairly sore from this kind of thing, but I'm suspiciously not crippled up. So tomorrow I should be a broken man assuming I get a run in as well.
The horrible hot weather has passed so I was too troubled by going to Dan's house. We trouped over there, but town is crippled with parades and fleet week, so time kept moving on and there was no Dan or Reed. Impending weather finally made me impatient for everyone to show up so I bid adieu to the gang and ended up mowing for the next few hours. Not the best way to learn, but my man Mark will be up on the next moves I hope.
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