Goodnight friends! Dour, blotchy pale grey skies again. A bare, blustery saw-edged 6°c, air thick and clinging with damp and with the thick sour scent of sodden earth. Fuzzy white buds like plump little caterpillars on bare magnolia branches, shiny roundels of black tar spot on a tattered carpet of pale fallen sycamore leaves.
Off to judo again, a fun but draining session. A few successful submissions in sparring and more positive feedback from instructors, although the more sparring I do the more wiped out I am afterwards – even with the best of intentions and mutually committing to keep things slow and technical, the pace tends to gradually ramp up, especially for beginniners Like myself and my cohort.
May we find courage amd resilience in reflecting on the challenges we have overcome to be where we are today!
