The first juggling session of the year has come and gone. And it was terribly unsatisfying.
Lizzah informed me that she’s got herself a job in Hampshire and will be leaving me bereft of female companionship. I’m already feeling vulnerable and abandoned.
Alby and me juggled do-able stuff remarkably shittily, even considering we haven’t done anything since the end of November. And Alby wussed out awfully early on in the evening meaning we practiced neither 9 nor back-to-back.
Useless.
More positively, I do enjoy manic seven club singles. And I managed a run of four clubs in the 40′s which I think it adequate after such a long break. And we tried 8 clubs on singles and it felt infinitely more do-able than it did with Stoney a couple of months ago.
But still; I’m discouraged.