It's the running, ita, that makes me feel like throwing up. And hitting Polgara.
'Shindig'
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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Hm. Do your guys know somebody they respect up here in the People's Republic?
I am wimpy, hear me whinge.
Is it just here, or does everyone spell it "whinge" nowadays? I'm a traditionalist--it's "whine" for me.
Yes, but you get bruised and stuff.
I get bruised from breathing. Don't mind me.
There is more fitness training than in your average self defense class (well, not compared to Allyson's kickboxing, but compared to short-term courses), but the point is that if you're attacked, panic is going to exhaust you immediately. If you can't defend yourself tired, you can't feel safer.
It's the running, ita, that makes me feel like throwing up. And hitting Polgara.
Running depends on your instructor -- some never warm you up that way, others (which now seems to include me) will get folks running the second there's enough space. The hitting people is pretty universal, but if it's sparring hitting that bothers you, that's not mandatory until green or blue belt, depending on your tester. There's only one instructor who makes you do it at yellow -- it's a thing.
Have a look here, Betsy.
I'm a traditionalist--it's "whine" for me.
Do you pronounce a "g"?
Maybe whinge is a more of a Briticism, Kathy.
Yeah, wait -- whine and whinge aren't pronounced the same, are they?
Now THAT'S a rock!
None of my friends have a rock that big.
Timelies all!
(Pardon my typoes, I'm trying to type around Velcro Kitty)
Spent the weekend at a con in Atlanta. Had fun, other than proving that I'm a Danger To Myself and Others(well, mostly myself) on Saturday. Hit my forehead against a metal bar in the shower as i bent down to turn off the water, and later stepped on my right foot with my pump-clad left foot. Bruising has occurred.
None of my friends have a rock that big.
And they're damned lucky.
In theory, that's my route home. But instead I go for the 405 all the time, because I fear the canyon roads even in good weather.