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( lemmings R us-upadted )

You put the lime in the coconut

I've decided there's a smart way and a geminigirl way of doing things. They're not necessarily the same.

Smart way: Lots of sore muscles, feels like ligament or tendon or something in hip might be stressed, overtired, go home and rest. Bad mood, too.

geminigirl way: Swallow a couple of alleve and go workout. Brain says you need the time anyway.

Result? Hip feels better, biceps hurt, brain says "not a bad idea."

It wasn't smart. My biceps ache in an unfamiliar sort of way, but it's all muscley. As in time, heat and maybe some alleve later. But mentally I felt so much better.

It was worth it to go last night...especially since what I was learning involved something described to me as "the flying, spinning Jedi strike" Not that I can quite do it yet...but in time, just like everything else. And honestly, the sore muscles are mostly gone, except for the biceps, which I can't figure out. Ah well, I have a few days to get un-sore.

There was also the discussion about my height. Which came up a lot last night-I didn't get taller, but the fact that I'm short. And when discussion where to aim a particular technique and whether or not I wanted to take an extra step on it to lower my center of gravity was the topic. I pointed out that I'll probably never have an opponent shorter than I am. The instructor (for tommx's benefit, it was Michael) said "well you never know if at clinic you'll be expected to take out some twelve year old." I looked at him very seriously and said "I work with a lot of twelve year olds. Middle school students are often taller than I am." He laughed. It's true. They are. This was of course followed in the parking lot when someone was asking me about my work with my commenting "they may be taller than me, but they dress like hookers."

It's funny-I started out with one of those brain and body won't cooperate and communicate and drifted into this state of connection, where perhaps things aren't quite automatic yet, but they're flowing, and it just feels good.

Things are getting better. I don't always know or notice, but when I get told that things are coming along, or improving or instead of what I was told to watch out for two weeks ago I get to move onto some other seemingly picayune detail to focus on instead of the basic pieces of something. Or out of nowhere, when working ten corner kick, the person I'm working with tells me that I have good control of my knee. I'm aiming for getting it right, and it's good...it happens in steps. I'm doing more/better/faster than I did five months and a half months ago. I didn't know how much I'd like this, or want to do it, or how it would suck both my brain and body in.

And then we went out to Tara Thai, where I realized just what a cheap date I could be, since one lime daquiri made me feel mushy. Tasted good too, and good food. A little belated birthday celebration...glad we did it today since I didn't have to come in at 8:30. We went out to celebrate my 28th birthday and I got carded. Still.


And completely unrelated....

I love the fact that I work in a place where someone just came in and showed me the brand that he and his boy marked each other with last weekend. And when I scrunch my nose up and say "Ow" he says "well, not really. It only hurt for like the first three seconds, but it really smelled"

I do need to write that post that I've put off about my mother, the sadist, even if rivka says I can't keep blaming my Mom for everything.