Day Thirty One: Why the Face?

It's like my face is a magnet for fists.
That doesn't sound right on multiple levels.

I have several super powers, some specialised to various activities I participate in, and others more generalised. Why, I have to ask, does one of the generalised ones have to be, "Getting punched in the face"?






That aside I had a huge amount of fun spending the day boxing. I had forgotten how much energy throwing a few hundred punches an hour takes out of you...

Aikido/Fitness: Amazing how much can be taught to the fightingly inept in just the space of a day. Learnt a lot about boxing, and improved remarkably throughout the day (amazing that having an awesome teacher can really accelerate your learning curve). Enjoyable but damn, throwing and taking punches all day really beats it outta ya....

Skating: No skating today. Still overly excited about Effortless Skating. Starting to wonder about it's practicality though, (maybe only for the jammer after passing through the pack..?) but any energy conservation is a good idea. If I can figure out how to use Effortless Braking (directing weight through points on the feet, like the sides...) this might all come together. Having mental issues trying to discern how to use the intrinsic power to stop once you're going at speed.

Diet: So, yes, I'm still quite stressed (just go away already, everything's back to normal!) so breakfast was a bit of a failed attempt, I had a bumper bar. Biscuit, tea, mammoth sandwich for lunch, Emcee Donalds for dinner - now. I almost intended on just having more biscuits and tea for 'dinner' at the dojo and eating something better at home. Instead there is this rather irritating guy on the workshop and... I can't even begin to describe the social response he encourages. There's something about his bowls of tofu and mushrooms and demeanor that made me punch him repeatedly and then go get some big macs. I'll bet he doesn't take B12 supplements, (I can only hope) that would explain a lot and also make me feel better about things. I don't have anything against vegetarians or vegans (not that I understand their reasoning either, we have tiny dentition, a reduced gut and expensive brain - why disregard eight million years of fine tuning?) but his mannerism in regards to his lifestyle just... argh. Made me want to hunt down an animal of some description and butcher it for snacks.

Sleep: Ended up getting about five hours or so last night and still not feeling any worse for it, so it would appear that my body is happy for me to sleep a few shortened nights in there when it's important (and it was, thanks Chinky Minx and Starsong). It's just hitting midnight now, my bad, and we have an earlier start tomorrow at 8am. I should probably be out of here at 7.30 so I can get seven hours sleep without issue if I pass out now. Sadly, not quite how it works, but I've been pretty relaxed since 9.30pm so I assume that counts for something.