The kick came at me. Not fast, not hard, I was in no rush. I stepped in and to the side to avoid the kick, and to get inside of his guard. But my hand was open, and my timing was off.
I did not get hurt bad, just a jammed finger, but it is amazing how much a split second can effect things.
I can not button my shirt.
I may have to drop out of the bike race I am training for.
If I don't drop, I certainly am not going to train like I should this next week.
I probably will not fight at the upcoming YMD tournament.
Doing my job is difficult, I type and manipulate things with my hands a lot.
And I seem to have gotten whinier.
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And I seem to have gotten whinier.
Sucks how that seems to go along with getting older. My personal favorite is how becoming a "grown up" and making adult decisions means that, basically, instead of somebody else telling you that you can't do that fun thing you just thought of, now it's YOU telling you that you can't do those things.
Responsability sucks.
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