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So I'm joining karate again. Mom said she'd pay for it, since she's always kind of been angry at me for leaving. I was good. I want to be that good again. I want to FEEL that good again. There's just something about the smell of that place - the sweat and tears that go into it. I walked in, and Sensei was working on bo. I always wanted to do bo, but never got around to it. I'll probably be too busy catching up on katas (lord, I think I remember the first 3. maybe.), but at least I'll be in it again. I'm excited to put my gi on, to tie that belt, to put my hair up in the tightest pony I can. To get my ass whooped. I want to go every day. I want to work out hard, to kill myself there. I want that family section back. I'm so excited.