This time tomorrow I will have completed the paperwork and drug screening for the gym. I should know by the end of the weekend if my future supervisor’s first choice for class days will in fact be the schedule. It will depend on when there’s class space in the gym.
This time tomorrow I will also either be nursing my wounds from my return to Friday night class or feeling anxious and guilty for not having gone. The jury’s still out on which it’ll be, but I’m reluctantly leaning toward the former.
Sanshou on Monday took a toll on me that’s lasted all week. I may actually have strained my right hamstring in Saturday’s class, but the discomfort from that is nothing compared to the abuse to which I subjected my remaining left knee components two days later while crawling around on the guan floor like an alligator. The drill was meant to work all the thigh muscles, but doing it properly required sideways protrusion of the knees in a wholly-unnatural, horizontally-bowlegged position. Long story short: I could hear something in my left knee pop out of place. I’ve been trying to realign it ever since. So it should be a no-brainer that I stay home tomorrow night.
The problem is I continued to self-train all week, and Sifu saw that. I’m fairly certain he’ll think I’m not injured enough to stay out of Friday class, when I don’t have travel as a reason to miss it. The man’s motto is “push yourself.” He’s also fond of saying, “If you’re not injured, you’re not doing it right.” We who are invited to Friday class are expected to attend – especially at the conclusion of banishment.
But I have a class to teach perhaps as soon as Wednesday. I simply can’t be too battered to demonstrate a snap kick! So that’s that. Right? Right?….