Although extra vagant is an odd term, not one I’d use, or most people would get, (it probably means something a whole lot different in the urban dictionary), I tend to agree and maybe I am coasting. Being too comfortable once more. Barely getting on, getting through, surviving. That’s what this past few months have been about. I need to get back to thriving, pushing myself and to go to extremities with it. Don’t rely on what is purely comfortable and if you get some flak for it, so what. LW Militant Wing.
I’m glad now I signed up for the vanguard which starts next week. That should shape me up, be a bit more responsible with my time, get my mind focussed on training and improving and I’m also glad I said to G about this BJJ thing on Sunday. And I’m thankful for RC pushing me to do it. It’ll be fun and something I’m not used to doing. But again, fuck it, I’m 45. 46 soon for fuck sake! Now the band thing is lingering and so is issue two of The Thorn, let’s get that done, extra extravagantly. Take it more extreme.