tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-199640175921715187.post6739074259693859225..comments2023-03-26T21:31:44.689-07:00Comments on ...may my heart always be open to little birds: No sex in your violenceJojo Beanheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01908044705768441834noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-199640175921715187.post-15583858571036971372009-03-28T12:32:00.000-07:002009-03-28T12:32:00.000-07:00Mine isn't an educated guess, but I strongly wager...Mine isn't an educated guess, but I strongly wager you're right on the button as usual, Madame. Form is *hugely* important, especially now. If you condition without it, your body's gonna hate you even more, and your body memory's gonna get fucked up, your alignment's gonna go further out of whack, and Andy's so gonna nail yo' ass in class and waste time correcting you on something you already know. Injuries are such a bummer.<BR/><BR/>So babysteps, my Love, babysteps. That you're even back in the saddle says heaps about your gumption. And that confidence'll come back right as rain; give it maybe two more sessions for it to settle in. (I jump-roped for the first time in three months on Tuesday! And let me tell you, my heart was in my throat the whole time, but I didn't collapse in a sobbing, broken heap like I did in December; it held up!)<BR/><BR/>Woman, you rawk my world.kerawinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09327521138251244233noreply@blogger.com