Even though it would’ve been far easier, I refuse to use living trees as targets. So, in search for an alternative I found wooden planks in my backyard and decided to practice. For obvious reasons I will have to find better targets, but this session wasn’t too bad.
Despite the falling planks, incessant blood sucking insects, lack of a hair tie, and having to relearn techniques, this might’ve been the highlight of my week. When I get into this mode nothing else matters but striking my target and something about that feels like magic to me.