Played eight ends last night, as a sort of ongoing demo while the open house was in progress. I can feel it in my hips and my shoulders today. It's wonderful. :-)
What's not wonderful is my sense of weight. I'm not really a weight-throwing expert anyway, plus it's the beginning of the season (plus the ice is brand-new and awfully frosty) -- plus, I feel compelled to point out, I've lost close to 45 pounds, so whatever I knew last spring I'd have to tweak anyway. (
flt, from the house: "How's your weight?" me, from the hack: "How the hell should I know?") My "bumper weight" hits last night were hack weight, with decent sweeping. I've never thrown big weight, but this was just silly. I said to
flt at one point, what I should do? is strap a rock to my ass, and then I'll be back to where I was before and everything will be fine, right? Heh. Right.
What's not wonderful is my sense of weight. I'm not really a weight-throwing expert anyway, plus it's the beginning of the season (plus the ice is brand-new and awfully frosty) -- plus, I feel compelled to point out, I've lost close to 45 pounds, so whatever I knew last spring I'd have to tweak anyway. (
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