taekwondo, here I come...back...

*insert standard remarks from someone who just started dating about not getting any sleep, said standard remarks being absolutely sure to get no sympathy whatsoever, and possibly no little amount of snickering, from some of said someone's friends*

Between Ruddigore, grad school applications, and cycon, I've been getting pretty good at sleep deprivation lately, I must say. Go me!

I'm going to try to haul my ass to TKD for the first time in over a month today, despite the zombie-fied state. I really need to start going back. One of the hard things is that now that I've gotten my black belt, and quit the competition team, and found a direction in life not involving TKD, I need to find another focus within the art. It will probably end up being full-range sparring, which has been kind of a focus for the last year, and is more fun than anything else to boot. But before that happens I need to get back up to speed. I don't even want to think about what my kicks will look like tonight. I suppose I ought to start jogging. Too bad it's so bloody cold.

Stubble update: coming along nicely. Still not king.

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Went to taekwondo, and am very glad I did, although I suspect my legs will be very, very stiff tomorrow morning. My hamstrings especially had a rude wake-up call.

But as soon as I stepped out on the mat and felt that very distinct feeling of the mat against my bare feet, I actually chuckled out loud, and thought to myself, "Why did I stay away for so long?" My schedule remains crammed, but I shall have to start making more time to go back.

Also ran into M there, who is my mentor for full-range sparring. Poor guy has a herniated disk. This just after he recovered from a shoulder injury, which came right after the ankle injury, which came right after the hamstring injury. Reminded me to enjoy abusing my body and being able to get away with it while I can...