As many of you may know, my life's been a little...rough lately. Woman trouble. Living arrangement trouble. Other assorted types of trouble.
These various things have kept me away from practice for nearly 3 weeks. No more.
Tuesday was my first day back at Inferno. The place was packed with new faces, and what seemed to be twice as many jump ropes. We've gone from three-person bag drills to four. You can hardly shrimp across the floor without bumping into someone on the way.
It's awesome.
My absence has weighed heavily, and I've missed the overall benefits that training brings. I'm more anxious, I've gained back some weight, though my scale is still packed from the move, so I can't say how much.
Even with my time away, I could tell that I'm getting better at jumping rope. A small thing, to be sure, I'm trying to find the positive in my life right now. I credit the near constant cleaning and moving from one home to another for my only partial loss of stamina.
I'm not back in my groove yet, and I've gotten sloppy. I was already sloppy, as a beginner, but you really see the difference a few weeks makes on your muscle memory and instincts.
I'm going to really enjoy class tonight. My bottle is full, and I want to leave that gym empty.
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