Its only a half-ball on a flat surface, but its kicking my butt. I actually feel sorry that Boot is forced to train me because its a losing proposition. Without Kings guarantee Boot wont kill me, Id be worrying non-stop. Besides grumbling one-word commands, the man hasnt spoken.
One foot, he barks.
Wow, two actual words.
Im standing close to the wall so I can use it for balance. My palm hasnt left the smooth surface because I fall as soon as I try to stay upright on my own. One foot is impossible. I cant even do two.
I wobble and spill the other way, where the wall cant stop my downward progress. At least its only to my knees. Youve been given a hopeless job, I tell Boot while gaining my feet.
Yeah, he growls at me for that.