Feb 19, 2009 22:50
My legs look awful. Just awful. As Jerry says, he's glad that people know that I train in muay thai, otherwise they would think that he's abusing me. I have bruises from two weeks ago that were healing fine, until doing some more drills this week that rebruised my bruises. If that makes sense, it certainly is possible though. I'm looking at them. I know that time heals all wounds - it's coming to the point that I don't know who bruises me anymore. It really doesn't matter - it's part of the game. On another note, it's amusing to see my classmates reaction when doing timing drills with me, especially when they accidently foot jab in the chest and pelvis. Initially it's a look of confusion because they're used to hitting in the crotch area and seeing a respose, with me as a female, don't have one. Then they realize that their socially conditioned thinking makes them feel guilty hitting me in the "no no" areas - so they react for their lack of caution. Which isn't the case at all - it just happens. It's good that they care because that means that they have heart - but I can't help but chuckle at it because technically, I signed up to be trained in a martial art, not powder puff crap. I have good classmates, really.
A lot of changes are going on with my life, overall and I can only thank God for that. The good AND the bad - He gets credit for all of it. I've recently appreciated the fact that I don't have control of my life because it's not about me. Not at all. As a result, I feel nothing but love and freedom.