The day started with a 5 mile run followed by the usual hurrying up to get a little housework done so we could enjoy at least a part of the day free of chores. As I stood scrubbing my kitchen sink down I looked out the window and saw Mr. Helen putting his protective headgear on top of his Wavemaster - which is a practice bag. I thought, "Is he going to try to kick that off there? That's really high." Then I stood there and Watched. Him. Do. It. Unbelieveable. And I'm not even going to say it's because he's 56 years old. He would put some 20 & 30 year olds to shame. Plus, of course me. He puts me to shame. It's my own darn fault though becuase I do not practice the way he does.
Since I thought you'd like to see, I went outside and took some snapshots as he did it over and over again.
Saturday afternoon we went out for Mr. Helen's chosen football pick winner meal. He was as gracious in his winning as he was in his losing. When he told me what he wanted my reaction was, "Are you kidding me? Do you have to be so darn nice?" Yep, cranky, that's me.
This guy was amazing. He was using what looked like felt covered balls on a string to hit the drum. He would come down with his hit then twirl the balls up and hit again.