Thumped

Here I was thinking that I'd worked myself up. Running like a champ, if champs were chumps, and doing some weights. No chance some punches and kicks were gonna wear me down, so going to the fighting class I've mentioned felt just about right.

Thumped.

I was worn down by the warm up, umphed by the knees, knocked by a stray elbow, out of gas from the punches, and bruised by the whack-my turn-whack of kicks to the thighs. Hell and damnation I am sore today. Sitting on a shortened break and waiting to give my last test to those wayward adolescents, I do make sure to keep that left leg shifting before it gets stiff enough to send me limping like a man twenty years older.

I have an image to maintain; not old.

Yet.

Right.

Climb Up

It's been a while since I posted, which feels strange. I was on such a good little roll, but it seems that such things aren't as easy to maintain as you'd think.

I sit here married now, which has both changed things and made them more "normal" than they were before. I've been wearing the ring six months since that summer day, and it's like the world has finally started working correctly; the future's uncertain as she digs the books and I do my best to teach kids that don't always wanna learn, but we've got a good life.

I'm walking the trail up-hill, and it feels good.

There's also the work to stay fighting fit, something I mean figuratively. I have to be clear, it seems, because a mixer of the martial arts I happen to know offered to arrange me a brawl should I ever want to step in the ring. A year from now, I'm thinkin' maybe, but right now is a big no.

Running every day, is a goal. A short way from home there works a former Israeli Special Forces instructor who runs a school that will work you to the bone and then train you in how to break them; only if absolutely necessary, of course, for varying definitions of "necessary." It's tough, it works, and I should go more often.

It feels good to be in a healthy way.

At the bell I'll toss out that I have just about finished work on a high-flying action book, a roleplaying game for those perking ears, that combines Edgar Rice Burroughs with Conan and Flash Gordon for fun effect. It's shaping up well and will be traded for cash both on-line and off before too very long.