The weapons seminar happened today, and the Ho Sin Sul happened yesterday. Every freakin’ muscle in my body aches. I didn’t even realize I had muscles in some of those places. Like my hands for instance. I mean, obviously, they have to have them, because something has to make the bones move, but I never thought about it.
I had to get up at six (after being out late last night – don’t get me wrong, it was worth it, but, hell, I need sleep!) both mornings. What madness. And my arms are all bruised up and down from it. Granted, some of them are from sparring last weekend, but still. It looks kind of cool if you ask me. I told my mom that and she thought I was nuts, but she usually does anyway so it doesn’t matter. You know something? I never really thought about this before but I like being thought of as a little crazy. Like, I talked to one of my friends this weekend and they said I was weird, but a lovable kind of weird. So that’s okay. Besides, if normal is being one of those giggly little bitches that I usually come in contact with, then I don’t want it. It doesn’t appeal to me in the slightest.
It’s kind of cool being up early. I’m not going to make a habit out of it, but it was not too bad. I was walking down Mainstreet (funny how every town has one of those) and it was clear and cool but not cold, and the sun was so freakin’ bright it practically seared my eyeballs, and there was a hot air balloon in the sky off to one direction, and for some reason I just whispered to myself, Best friends forever. I can’t really explain that one.