Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Do yOU need a word that means rED and GReen at the saME time? @___@

The era of the hell-a-funny Judo Cornucopia of (mostly manly) love is at an end. Indeed, we've started with sparring, which in my opinion is a largely fancy word for 'git down and dirteh wrestling like ogres on the ground'. Although this is likely because we haven't learned the proper technique. For the record, I really was paying attention when coach was showing us the moves, but fir chrissakes his demo guy wasn't squirming around like a worm with an itch under him. It's harder when your opponent is bucking around beneath thee, I say. So basically, you can imagine that we pretty much resorted to brute force and rather awkward manhandling. A pity, as it was never really my forte.

Needless to say, it involved a lot of desperate shoving and many strange positions which I don't recall Coach teaching us. Oh, and let's not forget that wonderful thing called sweat. I was left feeling like a steamed siopao in the first round. Boo. I'll admit that it was hell amusing in an exhausting sort of way. (Not to mention the fact that I pinned whatsherface down several times. Woot, I don't suck after all).

I miss fencing though. It was hot, and sticky but it was fun. Less contact. I somehow prefer getting jabbed by the foils than getting pinned down and rolled around.At any rate, I should, uh, look over some form of manual as I have no intention of having my ass handed to me. And I shall bring extra shirts. And water. Overpriced 20 buck vendo Coke outside makes a poor substitute for water.

Ugh. I feel like abused jello.

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On a different, yet happy note - we found out today that that thing that was wrong with father's prostate is benign, and he does not have cancer after all. Huzzah. Thank God. *Does a happy dance*
Thus spake Irish || 7:20 PM || 0 comments