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Bit it in led practice today. Bit what, you ask? The floor. With my head.

Owie.

Actually, hitting your head at the bottom of a dropback is much less painful than you might think. The thought that seemed to happen simultaneously with the crash was “Wow, my head is strong.”

Muscle Man was taking half of us through dropbacks and Volleyball Guy was workshopping handstands with the other half of the class. I felt bad for Muscle Man — he looked pretty upset after I crashed. I was fine, though, and explained that I’d been dreading the (I suspect) inevitable learning-dropbacks head biff. So now I’m past the dread part. And it wasn’t all so awful. He had me do three more after the crash. The “get back on the horse” rationale. Fair enough. I was kind of shaky, but I understood I had to do it.

I wonder if there is a point with dropbacks when you realize you just have to go for it — and probably take a few dings along the way — and that that’s just the way it has to be? Or perhaps that is a reckless idea? I dunno. If anyone has any experience with this, let me know.

Before I go to sleep, I need to get into that half-awake state and have a chat with myself about how everything’s okay and the trauma can be let go of.

Tomorrow is a second series workshop with Volleyball Guy. I’m looking forward to it. Monday’ll be my moon day. Looking forward to that, too!