Kommst zu mir!
So yeah. It's one of those days. Ride into work was fine. Ride home was even better. The dog ran around in the backyard showing off to the neighbors (they were by the fence quieting their barky dog Buzz -- whom Tim calls Bubbles). I need to get this place cleaned up! We have some guests this weekend.
It's funny. The only people who ever stay here overnight is people from up north or Minnesota. I guess us northern folk just value a dollar and friendship a little more than you southern folk. Heh.
Yeah so. That is what I should be doing. Not contemplating eating an ice cream cone. I should save that for later. GO DRINK WATER damnit.
I bought some sparring gear today -- ouch. Expensive...but you know what? The first set of sparring gear I got was free to me...so I guess it's okay. I know I am totally gonna feel like a huge dumbass for having a cage on my face, and one of those stupid looking chest guards. Ugh. I mean....I am gonna feel like an overdressed booger. BUT.... and let me stress that but....I have been sparring twice a week now for three weeks, and you know all that increased sparring means I have increased chance of getting a busted nose, black eye, split lip, cracked ribs, etc...you get the point. Last night I almost got a knee to the face ... just the whisper of a touch .... and a warning to never bend forward after a kick.
Uh. Thanks -- but with a face guard I can maybe get more to that golden, ever sought after -- relaxed state. Now there is absolutely no need for me to be this injured if I just take the time to look like an overdressed bumpkin. Right? Right?! I guess it'll be like when I started to wear a bike helmet last year. I felt like a total dudebag...but after awhile I got over it. I'll get over this.
My legs are hurty though...my shin guards must have slipped a bit...and I have some huge bruises on my legs. Sexy, I know.
So yeah. It's one of those days. Ride into work was fine. Ride home was even better. The dog ran around in the backyard showing off to the neighbors (they were by the fence quieting their barky dog Buzz -- whom Tim calls Bubbles). I need to get this place cleaned up! We have some guests this weekend.
It's funny. The only people who ever stay here overnight is people from up north or Minnesota. I guess us northern folk just value a dollar and friendship a little more than you southern folk. Heh.
Yeah so. That is what I should be doing. Not contemplating eating an ice cream cone. I should save that for later. GO DRINK WATER damnit.
I bought some sparring gear today -- ouch. Expensive...but you know what? The first set of sparring gear I got was free to me...so I guess it's okay. I know I am totally gonna feel like a huge dumbass for having a cage on my face, and one of those stupid looking chest guards. Ugh. I mean....I am gonna feel like an overdressed booger. BUT.... and let me stress that but....I have been sparring twice a week now for three weeks, and you know all that increased sparring means I have increased chance of getting a busted nose, black eye, split lip, cracked ribs, etc...you get the point. Last night I almost got a knee to the face ... just the whisper of a touch .... and a warning to never bend forward after a kick.
Uh. Thanks -- but with a face guard I can maybe get more to that golden, ever sought after -- relaxed state. Now there is absolutely no need for me to be this injured if I just take the time to look like an overdressed bumpkin. Right? Right?! I guess it'll be like when I started to wear a bike helmet last year. I felt like a total dudebag...but after awhile I got over it. I'll get over this.
My legs are hurty though...my shin guards must have slipped a bit...and I have some huge bruises on my legs. Sexy, I know.
posted by hadjare @ 3:06 PM
1 Comments:
You know, I always thought that learning a martial art would be so cool, although I have heard enough horror stories associated with sparring and what not, seen the split lips and bruises, and I weenie out. Why is this? I mean I made it through child birth and thought, "This isn't so bad!" and the only one that came out with a split lip and bruises was Curtis and the nursing staff...(kidding)
Of course all the while I was pregnant I heard horror stories there too. Possibly a matter of perspective...maybe I should join the karate class at the school with Dean...It would be a good bonding thing that just him and I can do (I have a hard time connecting with Dean in a mom/son way.) This could be something we can do together and possibly both enjoy.
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