I've been neglecting my sketchbook over the past week, and it's starting to show. Unfortunately for me, drawing is not like riding a bike, in that you remember how to do it after you've given it up for a while. It's more like filling a barrel with a leak in it. If I don't keep up with the leak, I lose the level.
This anatomical sketch turned out to be cruder than I intended. It's okay, but not at the level I want. Art-school stuff. The pencil lines look like they were drawn in crayon. The side-view pose doesn't help, as that view is seldom very dynamic. At the beginning, I had a stronger arc of motion that grows upward from the planted foot all the way to the top of the neck. For whatever reason, I straightened that arc, which also dulls the pose.
On the plus side, I intentionally put the figure bounding between two pages of my book. I thought that would make it look like he can't be contained by the page. Also, it used up a space on my paper that I ordinarily would avoid.
Not every art piece will be great, unless maybe you are a Master. I find it humbling to have to accept that. At least this particular piece is just for practise, and not part of a project.