So. For my birthday, I decided to buy myself a set of Poi, because I haven't had a set of spinny things to damage myself with since I stopped training with nunchucks. And hey - there can't be
that much difference between one set of spinny things and another, right?
Right!?!Heh. Yea. I've been working on mastering
the weave ever since, and had No Luck At All, despite multiple attempts to damage myself, my dogs, and the popcorn on my ceiling. Yes, I was primarily doing this inside, for reasons that still escape me. Probably because I am dumb like bricks. Charlie, my fourteen year old faire minion who looks like he's about twelve, has been attempting to teach me, with no luck. At all.
Yesterday while waiting for the beer guy to show up, I spotted Ash with a couple of sets of cheapie...and
short poi hanging from his belt, and bought two sets (one for Mel, because I know she wanted a set too). These aren't as nice as the other set I have, but they're short, and have organza ribbons dangling from them, so they look cool in the daytime (the others glow, which is just neat...at night). I had tried everything - just the hand motions, hand motions with poi balls in hand, etc - just wasn't working for me. By the time I left, something had finally clicked, and I managed a half weave/2-beat weave (which, I think, is where your hands don't actually cross each other). Today, I finally managed the 3-beat weave/chase/cross follow. Yay!
Except for the part where I mess up and whack my left breast. Every. Single. Time. Never did
that with 'chucks! Thank god, really, because poi are much less painful when they hit. I don't have
nearly as many bruises.
I've also determined that practicing with these for half an hour to an hour a day is going to absolve me from needing to do any other kind of arm exercises for a while to get them back into shape. Yay!
Because I need more hobbies. Really.