# exercised so much today i ended up running home to the toilet - run being the appropriate word i must of hit that heavy bag repeatedly over the course of an hour in between i just walked around and tried to regain my breathing using systema the more tired i got the heavier the bag got hit some rangy young jockey's whip by the bag next to me was skipping and jumping and hitting the bag solidly for an hour with few pauses he had general poor form was far too stiff and didn't move his feet enough - neither did he throw enough body shots (shovel hooks) all he really had going was his youth heart and lung capacity which made me look like the shapeless blob i am at the moment when i started tai chi 'brush knee twist step' on the bag however there was a loud heavy low slap which with it's own open palm formation is particular effective to the side of the neck or the temple the heavy bag moved downward and away but then bounced up - i even managed to bounce it off two it's hanging chains three times a good sesh overall although without hair and my awesome 'cheng man ching master of five excellences' jumper i looked like some bald martial maniac i staggered back home feeling like a loose bag of lead cubes covered in thick tar but after a sarn and a shower i felt - awful sunday and i'm up at five - was out like a light but woke up with stiff painful shoulders i made a packet of potatoes and ham and instantly felt like a lonely lighthouse keeper the rest of today will be spent recuperating and reading poetry books // republic of bob