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- Ow fuck ow stupid muscles ow ow ow worth every bit of this ow ow ow.
(Yesterday started with packing up stuff and getting it out to my car, followed by fourty-five minutes of boffer sparring. With people who were actually a challenge, at least until I got inside their reach. Then it was usually really fucking easy, but then again. I fight with a staff, and I'm relatively short, and once I actually see my opening, I move fast for someone who hurts all the damned time.
Also, there was the challenge of keeping my blows from being too heavy for sparring with the kid who was well beyond the level of the other kids, and thus was sparring with the adults. That was interesting. And ended with me dead a lot.
And then there were people with shields. I need to work on that. That was a lot of dead.)
- lynati, you are an evil horrible enabler, and I needed sleep last night, and ow. Ow ow ow. Bloody fantastic fic you've linked me to, but ow. And at least one skip a scene thing, because I could see where it was going, and noped out before I started twitching.
(I did read the warnings, and for the most part, while there is some discomfort, it hasn't made me hit the back button. Made me need to stop because Reasons, but I've been able to come back each time.)
- The thread I ordered to make the next blanket has arrived!
The thread I need to start the blanket is among the two colors which are backordered. Fuck damnit. Although both colors mom usually sells, so easy enough to borrow from her to start, and let her wind off replacements from what I have left when I'm done.
- Word count? Erm. *looks up* That's most of my word count, because I've been a little sucked into reading someone else's fic. I'll get the last hundred and fifty words before bed, though, and then be done with the month. Which will be awesome.
In short, today has been a whole lot of ow, and I need to do the thing that made the ow a little more often because it made me happy even though it does hurt a fuck ton more than it used to. Even saying ow, I'm happy, because I got to hit people with padded sticks and I could just be for a little while. Just. I keep forgetting how good that feels.
Also, keep forgetting how much ow there is later, but part of that is everything hurts more now, and part of that is not having been able to do as much in the last several years.
(Crossposted to tumblr, indeed, posted there first.)
(Yesterday started with packing up stuff and getting it out to my car, followed by fourty-five minutes of boffer sparring. With people who were actually a challenge, at least until I got inside their reach. Then it was usually really fucking easy, but then again. I fight with a staff, and I'm relatively short, and once I actually see my opening, I move fast for someone who hurts all the damned time.
Also, there was the challenge of keeping my blows from being too heavy for sparring with the kid who was well beyond the level of the other kids, and thus was sparring with the adults. That was interesting. And ended with me dead a lot.
And then there were people with shields. I need to work on that. That was a lot of dead.)
- lynati, you are an evil horrible enabler, and I needed sleep last night, and ow. Ow ow ow. Bloody fantastic fic you've linked me to, but ow. And at least one skip a scene thing, because I could see where it was going, and noped out before I started twitching.
(I did read the warnings, and for the most part, while there is some discomfort, it hasn't made me hit the back button. Made me need to stop because Reasons, but I've been able to come back each time.)
- The thread I ordered to make the next blanket has arrived!
The thread I need to start the blanket is among the two colors which are backordered. Fuck damnit. Although both colors mom usually sells, so easy enough to borrow from her to start, and let her wind off replacements from what I have left when I'm done.
- Word count? Erm. *looks up* That's most of my word count, because I've been a little sucked into reading someone else's fic. I'll get the last hundred and fifty words before bed, though, and then be done with the month. Which will be awesome.
In short, today has been a whole lot of ow, and I need to do the thing that made the ow a little more often because it made me happy even though it does hurt a fuck ton more than it used to. Even saying ow, I'm happy, because I got to hit people with padded sticks and I could just be for a little while. Just. I keep forgetting how good that feels.
Also, keep forgetting how much ow there is later, but part of that is everything hurts more now, and part of that is not having been able to do as much in the last several years.
(Crossposted to tumblr, indeed, posted there first.)