Two of the potential gym spaces I was hoping to rent have turned me down, because weapons on the premises would be a liability issue. When I began the search, I suspected that this might be the outcome, but I wanted to remain hopeful.
One would think that if I’m paying to be alone in the space, I wouldn’t be swinging the staff or the unsharpened broadsword in the direction of other humans. But apparently, just the remote possibility of injury (as I walk from the parking lot to the gymnasium and bump someone?) is all it takes to frighten an owner or manager. It would be a one-in-a-million chance, but we live in an awfully litigious society. So, I understand. Back to the drawing board.
In other news, my girl was bouncing off the walls tonight because she’s a kicking combination and a tornado kick away from knowing the entirety of the 12 Kicks form. Her additional red sash knowledge, coupled with a report card so good she surprised herself, made for an awfully happy pre-teen – and an equally happy mother, despite my training space setback.
Thank you to those who expressed their concern and offered advice over my latest kung fu injury. I’m happy to report that I’ve found some pain-relieving stretches for my upper arm and shoulder that are already doing the trick to get me securely through Saturday. Here’s to the wonder of the internet and the knowledge of my massage therapist spouse. Now, if only I could bring myself to tell the family to hide the staff from me until Saturday…. 🙂