ugly in most cases—pointy, seamed,
scarred from past encounters with contact
sports, door jams, and counters. Is
there a secret inscription, strike here,
hidden in the skin folds?
Intense electric shock courses through
one’s body when that hinge is struck and
reverberates like a gong opening Valhalla
in a Wagnerian scene. A stinging paralysis
of pain follows.
But it is a valuable hinge—useful for lifting
a wine glass to eager lips, waving broadly
to a crowd, and throwing arms around a
loved one. Fortunately, your own elbow’s
ugliness is almost impossible for you to see.
by Norma Wightman
I almost didn't hoop today. I remembered that I mentioned on here that wanted to drill some forwards and reverse thread the needle. I figured I could attempt that for bit. Sometimes it's difficult for me to plan a long hoop session but just attempting bits here and there is so much easier.
I started with my gold polypros and confused myself. I've gotten so used to having different color twins, so I switched to these.
I totally feel yesterday's silk hooping session. Talk about spaghetti arms. Totally need a strength training for hoopers regimen.
I fucked up my elbows again. Not just the right one, but both. Both of my arms hurt when I reach for things, lift things, curl my arms, or extend them. And my thumbs and fingers go numb if I keep my arms bent too long.