Saturday Mornings Are Made For Sleeping

  I just got back from gym, and let me tell you, sometimes I am amazed at my own amount of unproductively. I am too much of a pro slacker. I spent an hour at floor today not twisting. Well I did a few times, but for the most part I stood. I stood there thinking about how I wanted to not be there. I stood there thinking about anything, but the single thing I needed to do. Clearly I know that I was doing something I shouldn't have been doing, but I did it anyway. And of course now, after the fact, I wish I would have just sucked it up and tumbled. I am getting to the point where every practice needs to count for something; every moment in the gym needs to be working towards something. My family pays too much and I want it too much for me to just throw it away by standing. I know that I need to push myself to do this, but I am having so much trouble doing it. I need to find some kind of drive.