At the risk of sounding emo, my day was essentially comprised of nothing but excruciating pain.

I knew it would hurt. Like, really. I'm a realist. I wasn't stupid enough to think that intense exercise after three years of utter inactivity was going to be easy. And it's not like I haven't been sore after a couple of tough classes before. But I never could've predicted my current inability to walk.

Cinn suggested I go to a white belt class, just to kind of get back into the motion of things, but Master told me that I'd be fine in the advanced class (which is where I belong, techincally, as a Red III belt). Ha fucking ha. Would you like to know how many tries it took me to get out of bed this morning?

Eight.

No, I'm not exaggerating. I flopped back down on my bed seven times before I built up enough resistance to the shooting pain in my calves to support my own body weight. And even then, as I waddle-shuffeled to the door, I had to hold onto every surface within arm's reach in order to steady myself and make sure I didn't collapse onto the floor or simply tumble over sideways.

So currently, moving is a bit of a conflict for me. 

My tae kwan do class has changed a lot from what I remember it being, too. Three years ago, no red belt was younger than 12. Now? There are 9 year old black belts. And we don't stretch anymore either. Not as a class anyways. It's more like a "get stretched out on your own in the five minutes before class, and if you're late well good luck because you're screwed". On the second say we didn't even start out with any warm up kicks. We just did drills for an hour STRAIGHT. And then we sparred.

I am so, so, so, so not okay with the fact that I jumped back in when they were doing sparring. Like, hopefully next week we'll be doing forms, which are SO MUCH BETTER to start on because they're like...slow. Especially at the beginning when everyone's still learning the steps. Sparring? Hell in a bag. I mean, I sucked three years ago. Imagine me now. I went up against a black belt who was nice and everything, and he took it easy on me because Master told him it was my second day back and I hadn't been to class in a long, long time, and probably also because I was like...having breathing issues or whatever and looked like I was going to pass out (which I almost did on the first day), but I still walked away from that fight with a nasty bruised up bleeding-under-the-nail thumb, because I blocked one of his kicks but even though he was going easy on me it was still powerful enough to A. Hurt like a fucker and B. leave a pretty nasty mark. 

I would say that I feel better today than I did yesterday, but honestly I don't. Rather, I feel just as bad as yesterday, but in different ways. Like, my arms feel fine and it doesn't hurt to breathe anymore, but the pain in my legs has tripled to make up for the relief I feel in the upper half of my body. Also, I think my calves have swelled. Ew.

Thank God I don't have to work until Friday. That should give me enough time to recover enough to actually walk around and be useful.

Speaking of work, I learned how to use the cash register during my most recent training session. Would you like to know what I think of cash registers? Those things are little electronic vortexes of evil, exhuding trickery from every plastic oraphus. They were invented with your inconvenience in mind, always beeping at you menecingly when you forget a completely useless step in the usage process.

Cash registers can burn in hell along with mandatory livejournal plus accounts. All I want is a basic fucking account! I don't care that I won't be able to use paid account tools for free with advertising, I just want my journal to look pretty and get rid of the disgusting advertising bar that's plastered over my journal. Is that too much to ask?

Ugh.

Also, anyone who likes books about crazy families, friendship, love, war, and culture, all with a heeping pile of wit dumped right on top should definately look into White Teeth by Zadie Smith. It's easily one of the best books I've read in a while.

Anyways, next entry should be on The Dark Knight vs. Iron Man, in theory. Unless I find something else to rant about, like permanant paralysis.

Until then.