The patch of green I juggle on is at the top of a t-junction on a relatively narrow and busy street. So, I am seen. It may be me being a narcissist (but an actual narcissist – as opposed to someone struggling with neurotic self-obsession – would not like to be seen failing so often: learning new tricks involves a LOT of very public failure. I have few fucks left to give, you see.)
And today someone stopped her car to yell out the window what I kind of suspected, but it’s nice to have unbiased support for – I’m improving.
Can now do sustained three club juggling with interspersed double spins from either hand fairly confidently for prolonged periods (next stop routine doublespins on every throw)
Can now do three ball flashes and so on, and lots of four ball stuff (varying heights etc) and some of the throws you need for five balls. Even have done a couple of five ball throws and catches, but of such varying heights that they don’t really deserve the label five ball flashes.
So what? Yes, quite. But here we are.
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