Blue Funk

Funky blues. I has them. It's not as bad as yesterday. Typical. I'll come out of this eventually. Couple few days. I think the culprit is family drama. Extended. Things are wonderful with my husband. But my family is just, wow. And it gets to me, gets me down.

I've spent the morning watching a few hoop tutorials. I've decided I need a new focus. Working out for the sake of working out...meh. Lifting. Running. Incline walks. I just need to hoop more. My husband does his long treadmill walks four days a week, Mon/Tue and Thu/Fri. I think while he's doing that, I should be outside hooping. Starting with tonight.

Tomorrow is derby, every Tuesday. Maybe on Wednesdays, he can come outside with me and putt his disc golf. But on Thursdays, definitely. Fridays may be more play it by ear, if he works from home, if he even gets a fourth day in, if I feel like doing an incline walk/5 min run to keep up endurance for derby instead. (although is it really necessary?) Take Saturdays off. But Sundays...yep, get my hoop on.

I'll never get better if I don't practice.

Discouraged

Feeling incredibly discouraged. It's like my whole life, I'm bad at what I want to be good at. I feel so clunky and awkward hooping. Not at all graceful. My bigger hoop makes body hooping easier, but it's so hard off body. It's too big and heavy. I tried using that yellow thinner hoop that's the same diameter...just as hard. I can't even shoulder hoop standing still. I can't transition well. My brain doesn't understand where the hoop can and can't go. My arms can't support the weight.

I'm just so bad at it. Still. It's not coming easily. It's not fun.