Judo throws. Nage waza.
poetry in motion
I’d love to learn Judo.
Lately I’ve been stuck in kind of a rut. I go from feeling great, to not knowing how I feel, to feeling like I’ve been royally screwing up.
Last night I had a super realistic dream that my dad (who I talk to on Facebook because he is gone), messaged me and asked what was wrong with me, and when I was going to get back on track.
This morning marks a new day, and I’m getting back on track. I just went on a five mile run, and I feel great! I also had to check and make sure my dad didn’t actually send me that message.. He didn’t. haha. But thanks for motivating me anyways, old man.(;
Ps: yes, mom, that is your jacket.
back on the mat. after almost a year of not training I’m finally back. and I’ve perfected my triangle.Perfected?