Tuesday, January 25
I've got to admit, I'm starting to not hate kickboxing. I like hitting people, and so far they haven't hit back in any way I can't handle. Little bits of fencing are starting to come back to me, too, and that's handy to have in the ol' muscle memory. I've also figured out a way to fit it into my schedule that makes me happy: it's the last class of the night on Mondays and Wednesdays, so therefore a) I don't have to do the beginning-of-class run with all my clunky gear on, and b) at the end of class I can just wipe the sweat and grossness off all the pads onto my gi pants, since I'm wearing them for like five more minutes at that point before I peel them off to go home and unload my gym bag into the laundry. I'll be pretty happy—and pretty buff—if I can stick to this schedule for a while.
To bed now; gotta work in the morning.1:12 AM