I wasted a ton of today lying around on the couch reading fantasy... yay. ;)
I got to the gym though, and worked on my splits. This felt good since I've let handstand-enthusiasm distract me from flexibility lately, and I feel so much better when I stay focused and can at least feel I'm (probably) making progress. I can't get my front calf down consistently, which I was doing for a couple of weeks there, but I'll get there again.
Then I did a bunch of straddle-ups using the aerobic step and one riser. My new method is that I try to straddle up
onto the step a few times, which is not within my capabilities at all, before trying to straddle up
off the step; working at the harder level first is probably good discipline, and makes the easier level feel easier. :)
I'm starting to feel pretty worried that the Jamnastics gymnastics class won't run after all
( ...worry worry rant. )I have to admit, this little quest for gymnastic-y things really makes me wonder -- what the hell happens to human beings when they "grow up"? Maybe there isn't a lot of this (except maybe in NYC) because there isn't a lot of demand for it, and yet the amount of it that exists for kids is tremendous. Yes, I
know little kids are lighter, more bouncy and more fearless, but adults have strength and discipline on their side; why don't adults seem to have the interest? Do we not have vestibular systems too? Do we not have fun? Are we all just way too self-conscious? Personally, I'm a lot more physical now than I was at any of the ages I could have reasonably found resources to do this stuff, and it's weird that it makes me
so different to be on a different curve from the average.
I want to not believe this. I want to believe that if I advertised a handstand club that meets on the Cambridge Common every Saturday of summer, people would show up.
Um... I just had to get this idea in late September, didn't I.