Having planned (promised?) to post a video of some kind after every 24 hours of accumulated violin practice, and having hit 48 hours last night, I realize I probably need to do some recording tonight.
Call it whinging, I don’t care. But a little more than two weeks in I still hurt. I’m not looking for pity: I just need to keep track of it somewhere and somewhere may as well be here. So, as I progress through this recovery (and on a ten-point-scale where 10 is laying in bed in agony like on that first day and a 1 is well enough to run) I’m sitting at about a 4 today. Why? Because I was at about a 3 yesterday and pushed it a little bit too far: swimming, stretching, and a oh-so-very-light jog from my car to the front doors of the pool in the gushing, pouring rain.