Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Mm, TKD.

When I arrived at the dojang Oscar jumped out and blocked the way to the little girls' room. I had to kick him repeatedly to make him go away. He squealed. Things got even better from there, and for three hours I was too busy focusing on forcing my trembling muscles to perform better, faster, stronger kicks to have time to think. I also had thirty people walk on my stomach one by one, so now I can atleast pretend the pain is in the muscles and not from some acidic place deep inside.

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