I’m gonna miss my karate dojo and the people there.
They’re all pretty awesome, and we have a good time together.
Case in point: Yesterday after class, a bunch of us were standing around talking, while on the opposite side of the room, our teacher was doing some of his own training. At one point he was doing repetitions of 10 roundhouse kicks in 10 seconds. I kid you not. He’s a machine. And currently training for the world championship this November. Go Ajima-sensei! Wooo!
Anyway, at one point, some of us looked over at our teacher’s mom (also a black belt and awesome), who was punching one of the other ladies in the stomach repeatedly, before the other lady started punching her in the stomach repeatedly. We watched them briefly, looked at each other, and then started punching each other in the stomach. It went something like this:
A: How was that?
B: Still okay.
And it pretty much continued on in that fashion for awhile until our stomachs finally did start hurting from being punched in the same spot so many times.
Maybe this is a result of growing up with no sisters and only older brothers?
Hmmm, perhaps I should ponder this…
I wonder what I should eat for lunch…
My husband says I’m easily distracted. I say I can’t imagine what he’s means by that.