We did a lot of "sucker punch" work tonight - lots of technical work, lots of hard hits. It could have and perhaps should have been a better training session for me, but it wasn't... I was just not there mentally
It also got quite physical in the end - lots of rounds of pushups, squat-thrusts, jumping, sit-ups, and combinations of these. Which was OK... you don't have to think/concentrate to do those...
*sigh*
Good fun...
Tonight's training was at a local park. It had rained a bit during the day, but from mid-afternoon, the rain stopped and it got nice and warmer than in the morning... great weather for outdoors exercise...
I was innocently walking home from work...
freak: Yo baby what's up?!
tuxette: *looks around, sees random dodgy-looking people (walking past seedy pubs after all), shrugs, and continues home*
freak: *suddenly walking alongside of tuxette* Hi, howyuhdoin *takes puff of cigarette and blows some nasty smoke*
tuxette: get lost! *walks away, quickly*
freak: fucking racist!
My Achilles tendon seems to be doing a lot better now. I managed to do my morning cardio on the elliptical machine yesterday without any pain or discomfort... a good thing as I'm really getting sick of the stationary bike. I also did a session this morning and attempted some interval stuff on it... grrmf, I think I'll stick to the bike for the interval stuff. Until I'm able to run properly again. I'll probably attempt some running/jog
Getting whacked in the chest by the barb of a poisonous stingray must be one of the suckiest ways to die... I mean, you may as well have been struck by lightening...
Yep... it's a new semester of Krav Maga, and a new gang of mighty manboobed meat monsters. It tends to hurt the eyes when the air conditioning in the training room is busted and everyone's (uniform) white t-shirt gets soaked through with sweat. Where's the brain bleach?
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We were going to have a nice bacalhau dish for dinner tonight, baked in our (well, boyfriend of tuxette's) Schlemmer-topf. After the food had been in the oven for a little while, we smelled something burning, and boyfriend of tuxette went to have a look.
"OH SHIT! GET OVER HERE NOW..."
Last night was the first Krav Maga training of the fall semester. Around 10-15 minutes before the session ended, one of the instructors suddenly commented that he was disappointed over the lack of growling... "this is Krav Maga, not ballet!"
*grrrrrr*
Some Kenyans blieve that the screech of an owl is a bad omen, that it is a sign that death will strike soon. However, this guy rears and protects owls for profit, profit profit...
It is interesting that he does not charge locals to see the owls, yet it makes sense - he wants the locals to love and appreciate the owls, not fear them. As one local quotes:
Here we go yet again...
Gym freak #1 - Scent of a Skank: Yep, the Perfume Troll strikes again. I didn't see her. But I could smell that she had been there, marking her territory like a bitch in heat, "I'm cheap and easy and ready for you now!" I'm glad I didn't see her. I would have choked to death in the noxious cloud that was probably surrounding her... the cloud that just lingered and lingered...
Two wrights don't make a rong, they make an airplane. Or bicycles.
