well, I’ve never done that before.
I know it’s about the shittiest pop-up in the world, but it’s the first one I’ve ever done in my whole life, and I am so glad I had the foresight to set up the camera. I only intended to record the practice - which, so far, has amounted to getting a little airborne but never even getting my feet underneath me - for the sake of seeing what I looked like as I spent the next few weeks trying to achieve the pop-up.
Late nite kung fu. Following some key advice I had received from The Dragon about kicking straight up into the air, I had managed to get my feet underneath me about fifteen minutes into practicing the motion. After a dozen similar attempts, I excitedly called Monkey over to my side of the school to show him. He stood there, hands on his hips, quietly analyzing my efforts - quintessentially so. I made my attempt, my feet meeting the floor just before my back crashed back down. Expectedly, he forwent praise in favor of a suggestion. Do a sit-up. Blankly, I obeyed. Now do a sit-up in the air.
I smiled. I smiled because Monkey’s suggestive critique is nearly always foolproof. Whether or not my body can keep up physically is another matter. But a sit-up? I can do sit-ups all day.
I laid back down, breathed in and out, and went for it.
And hey, I know it’s about the shittiest pop-up in the world, but it’s the first one I’ve ever done. And that was pretty damn awesome.