A sad, sad day… Dunk Attempt #8
So it appears that, despite all prior evidence to the contrary, I am not the super-human that you were all surely beginning to believe me to be. As it turns out, I am a mere mortal, just like the rest of you common folk, subject to all the tedious and trivial laws of nature as everybody else. I think that the video this week proves that I have officially reached the end of Phase One of my training regiment. All the experts say that even the most talented and gifted athletes need a week of rest about every 7-8 weeks of strenuous training, so I’m right on schedule with the big boys. This setback is no one’s fault, really. Well, except mine. Truth be told, on account of the fact that its boring and it hurts and I hate it, I haven’t really been stretching… at all. And now, as probably could’ve been predicted, it’s apparently biting me in the ass. But fear not, kind people, a little tightness in the legs and a sore hip are not going to keep this average athlete down. I am certain that this is nothing that a little relaxation and a few sessions in my short shorts at the yoga studio can’t fix. I’ve already started filling the kiddie pool with Ben Gay, so recovery should be a breeze. So let it be known… I may be taking the week off of training… but this has only strengthened my resolve. When I return, I’m driving straight to Dunksville… Population: Me. See you next week.
