Axel has started eating now, but only little bits. I say eating because it’s more 50% eating and 50% spitting it out again, but it’s a start…
This one is nothing really to do with eating apart from he’s wearing his cool elephant bib.
And he’s still a little porky. I’ll have to get him pumping iron before he turns into a real fatty.
So, the world championships is in 2 weeks now (2 weeks today!) and how did I prepare? With the single worst practise I think I’ve had this year.
Obviously it wasn’t intentionally, but it left me feeling down trodden, and it wasn’t even through me being shite (though that was a side effect). Basically, I’ve just torn a great chunk of skin off the bottom of my foot (a scarily typical kendo injury….) and now can barely put pressure on it. I went at it with the scissors and nail clippers to remove as much dead skin as possible, but that was this morning. ie Not in time to prevent me wasting my time going to practise at Shinjuku last night for all of 15 minutes before the pain forced me to stop. Also, I was likely to injure something else by over compensating for it, which would have been dumb.
Sure it was the responsbile course, but fuck, it really pissed me off. At least I’ve got two weeks to sort it out.
On a vaguely related note, while I was writing this I’ve figured out that, barring something note worthy happening in the last few keiko before I go to Brazil, the next kendo post (unless by some mircale I have decent internet access in the Hotel in Sao Paolo) will be post-WKC….here we go….
I got woken up by an earthquake at 5am this morning. Bloody scary one too as it felt at one point like it might have been building some momentum, and it lasted for fucking ages as well. Crap!
Axel, of course, slept through the whole thing, though I reckon he felt it in his sleep because when he woke up he’d coated himself in turd. That could also, of course, have something to do with him still being only 5 months old, but I reckon it was the fear of mother nature’s fury.