V. T.'s Dunking Experiment: Day 10

Went to the court yesterday, saw a few guys shooting around. Jogged around the track a few times, getting the hammies warmed up. And then, when no one was looking, jumped. Jumped as high as possible. The knees weren't happy about it but was surprised to have a finger graze the rime. Wow. An ecstatic feeling for an aging b-ball player with one bad knee, one bad ankle and 20 pounds of extra weight. The regime is getting me there.