i had a very kewl evening at our weekly club meet last night
i got past 50 throws juggling three clubs while idling on the raffie and if i wasn’t so hell-bent on getting to 100, i probably would’ve managed to correct the hiccup that left me ungracefully dismounting on 72 throws
i managed a good couple of throws passing with a fellow raffie-idler (i think our best run was about 6 throws, we’re going to have to put in a couple of hours if we want to take that onto our renegade show at the convention)
i managed to hop the raffie hands-free, paving the way to skipping on the giraffe
i’m getting some rope this afternoon so i can make a special, long skipping rope for this purpose
i didn’t manage to crack a whip (someone had lying around) while on the raffie, but i did manage to whip myself across the shoulder.
a snaking, red welt a very vivid reminder that i shouldn’t try EVERYTHING on the raffie
and then, after only managing one giraffe freemount in about 10 tries, i got fed-up and decided to give the running mount a try
i’d decided a long time ago that i would never land it on the smooth gym floor
somehow that didn’t bother me too much last night and i managed to land my very first running mount ever
my scream of triumph stirred the late night stragglers from their contact juggling reverie, only to confirm what i feared, no one saw it
so i just had to do another one, didn’t i?
about 8 tries later i landed the second one and promptly bought myself a beer
(this makes it even sweeter;) )