swollen feet, lumpy legs

i can't believe i made it to training tonight! i can't believe i didn't drop dead from the sprint there!

the day was terrible, i was absolutely exhausted and doing the most draining of chores imaginable. i kept passing out, only to wake up in a worse state than before. two cups of strong coffee and an energy drink didn't help at all, a boring hour-and-a-half meeting put half-ton weights on my eyelids, and having to flee at a dead run* prior to lunch definitely didn't make it any easier.

* including a couple of serial-killer-movie style moments, one of which involved me holding my assailant at bay behind a door that he had better leverage with. i took a deep breath and launched myself at the next door (which thankfully swing outwards) and he missed me by an inch or two at the most as i hit the stairs and made it down them faster than him**.

** ah, yes. the story: my team-mate got promoted, to celebrate i organized a "washing". this meant catching him, wrestling with him until we had him under control, hog-tying him (nystire did a neat job), carrying him like a giant sack of potatoes and then drenching him with about six buckets of mucky water.
because it took a while to get organized once we had him tied, i took to tickling him while the other guys stuffed his mouth with grass and covered him with dirt. once he'd managed to free himself (with a little assistance from someone's pocket-knife... he was tied really well) he took to trying to hug us, to share his grimy state.

i had a haircut today. i don't like getting my hair cut :(
i got my copy of dork whore back, and found myself giggling at random snippets. definitely worth a re-read. one of the ultra-religious guys in our unit came over and looked at the cover... then ran away when he realized what he was reading }:D

i kept passing out on the train, but when i was nearing my stop i began to psyche myself up for the run. i got home, switched clothes and ran all the way to dizengoff center, joined the group and actually survived a couple of fights.

a pity that the last few moments of the last fight went like this:
a) a wince, a pause, and a couple of seconds hobbling around to avoid putting pressure on my right foot
b) resume fighting
c) two seconds pass, another attack, an even bigger wince, and then awkward shifting from left to right as both of them were out of commission
d) bowing out of the fight
e) discovering the damage to my legs about two minutes later - they're actually lumpy

i'm paid up for the next month, and am formally back in training. by next week i should have my pads, so at least this week's performance won't be repeated :P

i stopped by coffeeholic for an excellent post-training dinner and good talk with the chef and his girlfriend, then came home, showered, ran laundry, caught up with my mum, had a very funny / awkward conversation with spinnit and am now going to bed.

here's an interesting article on the internet's effect on how our brain works