Tora week
Tora week happens once a year. We fly down to Hobart and do karate. That's all (actually we also eat and sleep). The last three days have started with breakfast at 5:15am and a run at 6am. Uphill. It makes me want to die.
By 7:30am we've finished our morning session and there's bacon and eggs and beer for all. This is the 4th day; we've done 16.5 hours of karate so far. By the end of today we will have done 19.5 hours in 4 days.
I really do love tora week. Training is great and our sensei is awesome. I just don't have the energy to hit the exclamation point to show the joy that I'm sure is inside, somewhere. Buried deep beneath the pain.
Also, I think i have experienced 80, it feels like this.
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