i don't know what the heck that was all about.
i returned home, geared up, and jogged back in time for ten minutes of warm-up, an mma class and a thai kickboxing class.
mma is a lot more intimate than it looks, which says a lot. scrapper had given me some advice about not making eye contact when you're on the mat, and he was totally right. i wish i hadn't learned the lesson the hard way anyway :P
but the mma isn't what killed me. thai kickboxing? holy shit, that guy drilled us to pieces. i'm was feeling SO good once i could breathe again :D
i was pumped up when i returned home to shower and eat, but the eating didn't really take place because a) i simply didn't have an appetite and b) yang called inviting me to a spontaneous beer. my meal was basically made up of a protein bar, guinness and chips. not bad, come to think of it :P
the dude playing covers at the pub was really, really good.
the weirdest bit of the evening was the static - i suddenly started generating much more than usual - every time i got out of the car it would be an audible and painful zap, and removing my shirt when i got home was all crackly. i decided to use the humidifier, but it hasn't been operated in so long that it simply refused to cooperate. until, like, five minutes ago when i tried resettling it :(
i'm feeling really, really good this morning. stiff, but good. i'm not sure if i'll go to muay thai tonight, 'cause i'm fairly certain that i need to rest a little. i'm excited about finally starting a training routine!