There is a parking lot next to my house that is always empty. There are never any cars parked in it. Today, there is a lone loud man loudly talking in the middle of the lot, apparently to no one. It’s a very earnest, loud conversation, and he’s got a lot on his mind. He doesn’t appear crazy, and he appears to be getting stuff done.
Yesterday I noted that it was the Golden Pheasants and following that seemed to be e place where I regularly speed up, before slowing down as I come out of Fair Lady Works Shuttles. I made a deliberate effort to slow down for this section, resting for a four-count on each of the Golden Pheasants themselves, before going into, and pausing, on each of the kicks. The same four-count on bounce the baby, and again on cloud hands and the spiral single whip.. At the end, I double-checked my time for all of that care and attention to slowing down. I’d been so careful to note my starting time for the form; this should be quite revealing, I thought.
12 minutes. Which means I sped up somewhere else, and finished in almost exactly the same amount of time as I did yesterday. Argh.
Better luck next time.