Sunday afternoon is always a melancholy affair. It’s sad when a fest has to end. But I’m getting ahead of myself. The day started out slow. As a matter of fact, I was the second person in the room so I decided to clean up empty bottles off the floor and generally clean up the gym. Hey, its the least I could do.
We got into a great conversation with Arsene, who waxed on about old Marcel Marceau stories. It even made him 5 minutes late for his own workshop, oops. Sunday’s games were pretty light weight, there was a diablo toss-into-a-bucket contest, then the ever popular club gathering Sunday closer. Sunday was also a good day to break out the Yuri pole, and others came over to try to get in on the fun. Getting 2 bounces on that thing equals success. It’s basically an inverted pendulum on crack. After a 10 minute warm up I finally got a controlled run. (After playing with that thing for years. Sad.)
Lots of people seemed to show up for the day’s workshops, including a beat-boxing one I understand. I chose to juggle hard-core as usual. Both Arsene and Vova gave me some advice and I needed to put it to good use while it was fresh in my mind. We had a nice 5 ball backcross breakout going, followed by a 5 club backcross breakout. That’s the beauty of a juggling festival, find someone who’s working on something that is interesting to you and go over and start swapping ideas. Everybody wins. Nobody joined me in head bouncing all weekend though. Its a lonely trick.
The best part about Tuesday after a full weekend juggling festival is that everything juggling is better. Sore, but better. Monday I just hit the weights to make up for the too-much-cardio weekend so today was the first full practice. Lots of tricks felt really solid all of a sudden. Sweet. 12 hours of practice in 3 days will do that to you.
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