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17 July 2007 @ 09:57 pm
 
Well, I had to go to kickboxing tonight. Don called to tell me he went at 7 this morning; I had no excuse to back out of the 7 p.m. class.

I'm glad I went, but I'm a little bit alarmed: the class didn't kick my ass. Either the class wasn't terribly challenging or I didn't push myself as hard as I ought to have done. I know which it was, upon reflection, but no matter. I'm going at least twice more this week. I do not doubt I will sweat and grunt and ache the next day; it's all good. I did find my mind wandering at one point during class; I thought how cool it would be to train with Ted Grant. Then I started imagining why he would be telling me to do a particular attack combination, and wondered why he'd be training me to begin with, and whether I'd be a pity case or he'd be thinking, "Hey! She's JSA material! Get her a costume and a codename!"

'Cause I am an incomparable dork.









Also, I drew a little heart by Don's name on the day's class lists. hee!
 
 
I feel: pleasedpleased
 
 
 
The Only Sane One: [And we shall call it...This Land]ravenclawizard on July 18th, 2007 06:22 am (UTC)
No, I am a dork for thinking "Man, it would be cool to be trained by the Wildcat!"

...We are dorks together, my dear.
Kel: Rose-heart-Nineladyjoust on July 19th, 2007 01:26 am (UTC)
"Man, it would be cool to be trained by the Wildcat!"

Seriously! This is going to be occupying my thoughts at kickboxing for some time to come.

Thanks for being a dork with me. It's nice to know I'm not alone.