Had planned to shoot outside today, but big rain and bigger wind put a halt to that. So Dad and I moseyed (seems like the right spelling, doesn’t it?) on down to the gym at around 7:30 and shot for an hour and a half, until 1,000 were in the books.
He did well to get through it, physically. His back and leg are obviously hurting pretty badly, to the point that I don’t think he’ll be coming again any time soon unless there’s some dramatic improvement. He’ll continue to insist he can play, so it may just be time for me to stop asking for awhile.
So that’s it. It was, by necessity, a low key day compared to yesterday, but another small step toward the goal. We’re now at 153,807 down, 846,193 to go to 1 million made foul shots.