As summer winds down, Deb and I took a trip to Las Vegas with a few friends for her upcoming 50th birthday (Nov 2). As much fun as I had I must admit, nothing makes me miss the peace of home like a trip to Sin City. Sensory overload is the only way a simple Alberta boy can describe it. The noise, the lights, the excess of everything everywhere you look, and did I mention the noise? Being back at home, it feels as though a bubble has popped that was surrounding me, letting the peace of home come back to me with open arms. I also feel a weird sense of urgency to get things caught up and back on track. I am almost panicky when thinking about what the next few weeks of catch up will bring. But such is life.
While in Vegas, Kung Fu took a side seat (never a back seat), I thought about it constantly, but try as I might, the opportunity never surfaced for me to do any meaningful training. Push ups - I was not putting my hands on that carpet, yuck, same as sit ups, double yuck. Forms, our room was tiny and designed by Picasso on dope, so only if I did the entire form on one spot, I did try but in no way did it feel like a form. The gym at the hotel was for steroid freaks only, so yikes - no thanks, there really was no open free spaces, but what did I expect, it's Vegas.
So back to now. Enough talking about what I didn't do, enough inaction. Time to get back at it, it truley is the only was to progress.
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