way too many commas

 I mysteriously hurt my wrist two days ago, so I opted to stay home from tonight's class since I had a sneaking suspicion we would be practicing the dragon again. I did not have a sneaking suspicion that we would be throwing flying kicks against the hanging bags.  I. Love. Flying. Kicks.  All the jealously at not being able to do them with the class got directly funneled into excitement to do my practice kicks à la the fitness test.  Now normally I do these kicks at the end of the night, and more often than not, quite late at night, (see my last blog post) so I'm normally pretty tired before I even start. (I try to rationalize this by saying, I'd be tired from the rest of the fitness test at that point to so this just adds a layer of realism to the practice). But tonight, I was amped up from the start and I noticed something. 1) I went into the kicks with the mindset of "I saw people throwing some good kicks tonight, I want to throw really good kicks tonight too" ...

 its 11:34 on a Sunday, and I just finished throwing almost 300 kicks. did I mean to start them significantly earlier in the evening: yes but that doesn't matter because I still did them. and they were good too, tonight was the first night since I started doing them that I broke 50 of one kick in a minute (I actually got to 51, and all my other kicks were also improved, if only by 1 or 2, but positive trajectory nonetheless).  so I figured that if I can do that I can FINALLY stop telling myself, "oh this is the week I'll pick back up on my blogging, because although it's almost midnight, and this post isn't incredibly insightful, or particularity well-written, it doesn't matter because I still did it.   I figure I need to get into the habit of writing anything at all, and then once I have that down pat, then I can worry about making them worth reading. I need to change my thinking from "I need to wait until the writing conditions are just right so I can t...