Last post of 2010

Yesterday morning I went to the courts for a shoot around and did a bit of jump rope. After that I went home and then walked to the gym. I was in the mood for a super work out, but nearing the gym, I felt that familiar pain in the left side of my neck. It wasn't much, but it was enough of a warning to make me think that if I hit the benchpress then I'd be bothered by that shoulder blade pain I have had in the past. So I skipped the benchpress and just did some curls after my knee exercises.

On the walk back amongst the shops, I saw that girl from the discount store, presumably walking to work. She was on the phone, but saw me and we made eye contact. She is kinda cute, but I think she is a bit too young/immature for me, and maybe even a bit dumb.

I didn't do much for the rest of the day, just stayed at home. I wanted to watch a movie but my dad had the car. I thought about going to the courts for a game but my legs felt kinda tired.

Today
I drove to the gym at the Bra in the morning. My dad said he wanted the car at 8:30am, so I did my knee exercises and left, only to come home and watch as he took another hour getting ready. I could've done so much more at the gym...aish.

I had a small breakfast and then went to the courts. I really really wanted to work on my jump rope, and trying to get out of the double bounce habit. I only had an hour before the Knicks vs Magic game was on, so I figured I'd try to do my version of HIIT training.

I got to the courts and warmed up by doing my usual suicides. I shot around a bit before starting the rope. For some reason I couldn't get into any rhythm at all, it was worse than yesterday. The rope kept getting caught at my feet, and each time it did, it just frustrated me more. After each 'set' I would run the length of the court and back for lay ups, shoot ten free throws and then repeat.

Overall, it was the most disgusting jump rope I have ever done. I couldn't get any rhythm - if I went slow the rope got caught, if I went fast the rope got caught. I was like "what the hell is wrong with me???" If those guys on the other court were watching, it was pretty embarassing.

Three guys arrived and I could see a game coming into existence with the other two shooting around. I thought about staying and playing, but then decided my knee probably wasn't ready (the three guys looked pretty decent) so I went home to watch the game.

Now I'm just waiting for G to pick me up.