So Tuesday morning I drove to SF in complete darkness, enjoying way lighter traffic. This is because I now drive out to see Kelly one hour earlier. I'm on the road by 5:30am.
It was still dark when I arrived at the Presidio, but there were no street lights. The nice office with the nice bathroom was not open. This meant using a dark Port O'Pot. It has some interesting Christmas style lights draped around, but actually, now that I think about it, it is probably better that it is pretty dark in there.
So I was able to show Kelly how far I had come along: I could jump up and grab the bars to hang from them.
He smiled. "Can I see that again?"
Me (thinking, uh-oh) : Um, Ok!
Kelly: Can you make the hollow rock position? Pull in. Don't raise the ribcage.
Me : Um, ok!
Kelly : Is your butt tightened?
Me (mentally slapping my butt upside its slacker head) : Um, of course!
Kelly : Can you point your toes?
Me : Ummmmmkkkk.
Clearly, I need to work hard on my Rigid Otter position.
Kelly then set up the Trapeze Rings low to the ground. "Let's have you do a push up using the rings so you can improve that shoulder rotation!"
Me (heart sinking down into my bowels) : um, ok!
I was determined to do this, but push-ups are not what I would consider my forte. I suspect I may need to be Reincarnated before I become adept at push-ups.
My hands gripped the rings (the upside: rings are easier on my wrists!) (the downside: Kelly was about to witness the depths of my weenitudity.)
Kelly watched me for a few seconds as I tried to control my arms. He frowned, "Well, you can do it from your knees. Or just go as far as you can."
I did not dare mention that actually that was what I was trying to do.
Then he added, "and let's make the rings lower."
The rings were now like an inch off the ground. I got straight-armed but once I started to lower down, I felt my body turn into a wriggling eel. I tried to figure out what to focus on most, and hoped my body would just organize instinctively (like with the Prowler.) But, no, every body part was apparently too immature to make any decisions without mental direction. I squeaked like an otter as I slithered to the ground and then struggled to get back up.
Kelly:
Kelly:
Kelly:
Kelly: Well, you have the idea, at any rate!
It could have been worse:
He could have come up with a rhetorical situation involving a burning building in which a ring push-up was required to save a loved one's life.
It was still dark when I arrived at the Presidio, but there were no street lights. The nice office with the nice bathroom was not open. This meant using a dark Port O'Pot. It has some interesting Christmas style lights draped around, but actually, now that I think about it, it is probably better that it is pretty dark in there.
So I was able to show Kelly how far I had come along: I could jump up and grab the bars to hang from them.
He smiled. "Can I see that again?"
Me (thinking, uh-oh) : Um, Ok!
Kelly: Can you make the hollow rock position? Pull in. Don't raise the ribcage.
Me : Um, ok!
Kelly : Is your butt tightened?
Me (mentally slapping my butt upside its slacker head) : Um, of course!
Kelly : Can you point your toes?
Me : Ummmmmkkkk.
Clearly, I need to work hard on my Rigid Otter position.
Kelly then set up the Trapeze Rings low to the ground. "Let's have you do a push up using the rings so you can improve that shoulder rotation!"
Me (heart sinking down into my bowels) : um, ok!
I was determined to do this, but push-ups are not what I would consider my forte. I suspect I may need to be Reincarnated before I become adept at push-ups.
My hands gripped the rings (the upside: rings are easier on my wrists!) (the downside: Kelly was about to witness the depths of my weenitudity.)
Kelly watched me for a few seconds as I tried to control my arms. He frowned, "Well, you can do it from your knees. Or just go as far as you can."
I did not dare mention that actually that was what I was trying to do.
Then he added, "and let's make the rings lower."
Kelly:
Kelly:
Kelly:
Kelly: Well, you have the idea, at any rate!
It could have been worse:
He could have come up with a rhetorical situation involving a burning building in which a ring push-up was required to save a loved one's life.
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