White Men Can't Chant

"I start in the middle of a sentence and move both directions at once." 

John Coltrane
 Rose did a good job staying "off" the egret.
Friday class with AE (subbing for Pradeep) was a total mixed bag.  Please stop being cute; it's annoying as hell.  Also, don't keep us on one foot for five minutes fifty minutes into the class on a Friday evening.  I am as gung ho as the next victim but give me a break; no one in the room was staying with.  But the extended warrior and triangle series were great as were the long stretch sessions at the end.  And anyone who will go hands on when sweating as much as I do gets credit.
But enough with the chanting at the end.  Pradeep is the real deal; you and the other white boy who chant sound silly.

Thursday
Excellent EH class.  Packed, she is developing quite the following and it's long overdue.  Sweet sweet woman with awesome mixes and a very strong practice.  Then 30+ minutes with ct, 10-1 1 arm swings, 20kg, to 5+5 burpees to kicks x 7.  Good sweatfest but tight hamstrings make my kicks rather pathetic.
Friday
Aforementioned 90 minute class.  Then to Yoshi's with SS for Roy Hargrove.
Saturday
To AMDA auditions with Ian.  It's old home week, see a bunch of folks we have not seen for a long time, including Ian's buddy from the second grade, Duane, who have not seen in five or six years.  Duane is a really good kid and they were quite happy to see one another.

Start a marsh walk Saturday afternoon, halfway through Rose turns up very gimpy after a tear around with a one year old yellow lab named Buddy.  We cut it short; she was moving better by this morning.
Football day today.  While all that was going on,
VO2 max, 15/15 16kg snatches, 7 rep pace x 60.  Uh huh.  Hands survived.