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Tired and Sore
Jul. 20th, 2012 12:59 pmMason and I went back to kuk sool after a couple week's absence. We had a great time, but my calves, of all things, are sore this morning. I suspect that it has to do with being out of practice of standing in a stance. Also we did kicks... who knows. All I know is that the more I go, the better I feel. So it's good to be back at it again.
I'm tired today because I spent last night hanging out with a friend. We met up at Izzy's icecream parlor last night after martial arts, and, by chance, we also ran into some friends from Crossroads and their kids, Ava and Gavin. To people who say St. Paul is a dead town after 5:00 pm, I call bull. That place was HOPPING, and there was a whole sidwalk culture happening up and down that entire block, thanks to everyone hanging around outside, eating icecream. In fact, it was so noisy, my friend and I had to retire back home so we could hear each other talk.
Mason got to stay up late, since Shawn is away on a business trip. That meant I was in charge of bedtime, and, since I wanted to stay up and chat myself, Mason got to stay up too. He built himself a fort on the front porch and read, while the grown-ups talked in the living room.
It was actually pretty awesome.
But I'm paying for it a little today. I have things to do, but all I really want to do is nap and possibly do a bit of writing. I do, at least, have a loaf of zucchini bread in the oven. I was thinking, given how many zucchini I STILL have in the fridge, we may have to sign up for the kuk sool barbeque just so I can drop off several loaves and flee. :-)
Otherwise, I'm going to turn into that weird neighbor who leaves zucchini at people's front doors.
I'm tired today because I spent last night hanging out with a friend. We met up at Izzy's icecream parlor last night after martial arts, and, by chance, we also ran into some friends from Crossroads and their kids, Ava and Gavin. To people who say St. Paul is a dead town after 5:00 pm, I call bull. That place was HOPPING, and there was a whole sidwalk culture happening up and down that entire block, thanks to everyone hanging around outside, eating icecream. In fact, it was so noisy, my friend and I had to retire back home so we could hear each other talk.
Mason got to stay up late, since Shawn is away on a business trip. That meant I was in charge of bedtime, and, since I wanted to stay up and chat myself, Mason got to stay up too. He built himself a fort on the front porch and read, while the grown-ups talked in the living room.
It was actually pretty awesome.
But I'm paying for it a little today. I have things to do, but all I really want to do is nap and possibly do a bit of writing. I do, at least, have a loaf of zucchini bread in the oven. I was thinking, given how many zucchini I STILL have in the fridge, we may have to sign up for the kuk sool barbeque just so I can drop off several loaves and flee. :-)
Otherwise, I'm going to turn into that weird neighbor who leaves zucchini at people's front doors.