Clear as Mud

When the tough gets going, it’s gonna get thicker.

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I’m forty now.

My latest challenge has been sent out to an old friend of mine to see who can perform a proper pike-to-handstand first.
Assuming we live that long.

Man, the going has got to be the toughest I’ve been through yet!

I was just lying on my back doing single leg lifts. There’s an open air park with an incline bench. You know, the ones with a bar at top so you can hold on above your head?
It’s close enough for me on lunch break.

I can’t do a split.
But I lie down on my back anyhow.
I stretch my arms up above my head and straighten them, then try kicking my hands, twenty-times with one straight leg and then the other.

My foot makes it right about to where I can see it before it tries taking the other leg in tow.

So, instead of a beautiful ballet-like front kick, I end up throwing more of what looks like the K you make in sign language, from my hips.
Then, I struggle to force my foot into touching my hands overhead.

I do it ten times, not twenty. Each one uglier and slower than the last.
That’s all I can manage.
Despite the…