Psychotomy

i decided around t-day to start going to krav again.  last week i didn’t, b/c we needed to neaten/tidy/dare-i-say clean up before her mom came on thursday.  not a lot of time to work with.  monday this week was the followup ultrasound (and yes, baby DOES have a heart!  not just a heartbeat!  you’re telling me we can see through her stomach, count the ribs & vertebrate and all that shit, but you can’t measure the fucking heart?  b/c baby’s turned around?  i really don’t quite get that)

wednesday i threw my bag in the car (spaced on tuesday oops) and figured “OK, i’ll hit krav on my way home.” i stayed at the  office a bit late b/c the class was 6:30, which means catching the 5:15 and i get to krav ~6:15, time to change and stretch.  as i’m getting on the train home, i realize i forgot my sneakers.  now, when i worked at nasa, i wore sneakers every fucking day.  except summer when it was sandals.  but my new job?  i’ve got actual dress shoes.  well, not DRESS SHOES but dressier shoes? fuck, they’re not good for krav, that’s the point i’m making here.  so i picked up K and missed wednesday.  b/c i’d left late so i’d be right about right, so i didn’t have time to get my shoes before session :o

thursday (yesterday) i threw the sneakers in the car on top of my gym bag.  made it through class, thursday session is at 5:30.  so i take the 4:15 (which turns out to be express, so i hit the station at 4:45.  i could’ve been at krav at 5:00, jeesh) and go to krav.  sit in the parking lot for a bit trying to talk myself out of it.  and trying to talk myself into it.  b/c i’m out of shape, overweight, lazy, and uncoordinated.  I can lose my balance just standing, and this is gonna be a hell of a lot more stressful, i garauntee that shit.

but, fuck, i’m paying for it anyway.  i need the workout (see overweight and out of shape, hello?).  so i drag myself in, change,stretch, and it starts up.  frankly, i was about dead after the 15 minutes of jumping jacks, pushups, jumping, situps, and whatever else there was.  i kinda lost track

then 15 minutes practicing palm strikes (did OK with them, arms got tired and i was still out of breath, but my form wasn’t too bad and strength’ll come as i get used to it).  then 15 on roundhouse kicks.  having shit for balance, i pick shoes that grip.  b/c one of us should be doing something to keep me vertical, and if I can’t use my actual feet for gripping, the shoes do it.  did you know you’re supposed to pivot on a foot during roundhouse kicks? (amongst other moves i’m sure) … oops :o  other than the fat that I’m gonna rip my knee apart unless i learn to pivot, my form was good and solid.  partner and instructor both said so.  yay me!  i can do form 90% and function!  then we were doing jumping squats or something, break into kicks, back to jumps.  my thighs were dead, i cold barely stand.  jumping was beyond me, and landing would have involved just collapsing :o

last 15 was choke break; not very natural at it yet, but tolerable.  when we did 3-1 groups, i was the only one who didn’t always turn the same direction to break the choke :o  managed to survive through the whole class (gasp gasp pant pant barely; near the end i was trying to decide if my head was gonna explode or if i was gonna puke!  shitty day for the office to have been out of water and me drinking sodas :/) and picked up K before dragging myself home

kiir had a blast listening to me (and watching me) try to drag myself up or down the stairs!  witch.  then this morning the temp was ~25 and 20mph winds … six blocks from the station … hurting like hell (so i’m slower than say yesterday) and it’s fucking freezing.

fuck, i kinda miss my old job.  “yeah, i’m going to stay in bed and sleep.  screw you people.  and i’m getting paid for it, so suck it.”  kinda more fun than “ugh, gotta go in.  ACK! COLD!  ACK ACK ACK!!!!!” yaknow?

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