I wheezed and sniffled my way through the 5:15 class. For the record, it's hard to feel badass when you have to interrupt your all-out attack to fetch a tissue to dab at your red, raw nose. Also, sneezing mid-side kick screws with your targetting. At least I didn't fall over.

much

The preteen class is going on right now. About ten kids, mostly girls, are beating the heck out of the heavy bags and target mitts and very clearly enjoying the heck out of it. So freakin' cute.

Home again in ten minutes. Homemade soup for dinner, with salad and multigrain garlic bread. Fire in the woodstove. Snugglekitties.


:)