Winter Strength

I'm getting stronger every day There's no doubt The muscles grow My fingers grip The power I feel Stronger by the minute Even while Winter weakens me The sun hides And the sadness of the dark Seeps through me A suffering Even holidays can't cure Only one thing can

Hand Stands and Shit

A little move I learned in a class recently - see that leg? It's almost there, almost there, almost there... aaaaaaaaaaaaaand BAM! And then I almost completely botch it, but catch the pole at the last second and then I get I inspired and decide to just make a whole goddamn routine out of it. … Continue reading Hand Stands and Shit