Warning, all ye who enter here…

is a dead man. Dead. too.

Tonight I went to karate after running around all day. Class started normally, although I could’ve sworn I caught that special glint in Sensei Hartman’s eyes. Oh how correct I was. Class consisted of rapid fire basics, up and down the floor no less than sets of 5 down-and-back at a time. The brown and black belts were treated to additional combinations. About halfway through class, McCabe-san’s knee started acting up on him, and I noticed that the engine fluid low light was blinking on and off in my eyes. About ten minutes later, my front leg began to cramp up on me, but I didn’t let that stop me too much. The rest of the class was feeling it too.

About five minutes from the end, the black belts got to do a happy combination of knife hand block, front leg side thrust kick, and spearhand to the eyes. After the third one of these, I became deadly aware of what injured my back the first time. The extension of the side thrust kick, coupled with the twisting action of the spearhand brought me back to that one night just after my back injury where I thought I was going to wet my pants on the spot.

At this point I wandered off to the side. I was done. After class wrapped up, I heard Sensei mention that this was in retaliation for the implication that IWU’s classes are harder than ours, and he was upset that the recipients of said retaliation were not there to enjoy it. So I came back here, popped my prescription painkillers and got into a hot tub.

I hope I can walk tomorrow, because if I can’t I’ll be spending the day trying to figure out how to DOS attack a Prius.