Went with Kathleen to my first yoga class in ages this week. Very nice! Tiny class, and the instructor will actually perform corrections, which I love and the yoga people at the gym never did. This instructor made us do some of that terribly athletic stuff, too, which I always resent in yoga for some reason, despite relishing with Gerald. Planks belong in bootcamp, god damn you! But seriously, I liked it. I have the world’s shittiest plank, anywhere I can practice it is probably for the best.
Gerald said that he wouldn’t let us spar any more unless we got cups. Oh yes, Jessie solved my mystery for me, there are girl cups, they are called jills. It is the cutest name for a thing on your crotch ever! Anyway, I have one, I’ve been avoiding wearing it but I guess I’ll have to now. I actually got kicked in the relevant area fairly hard last week, and I can see the value of the jill, good to get it before I get kicked really hard. Oh yeah, to prove we’re wearing them, Gerald will ask “who’s knockin’?” and then you knock on your crotch. None of this is a euphemism for anything. Kickboxing is weird.
I have homework I should be starting, but I’m updating my blog instead. Either I’m really slacking off on my homework… or really dedicated to my blog. You decide! Seriously, January is almost finished, how does that even make sense?
I’m introducing a new segment to my blog to annoy Kathleen called: Whatever Policies! It is about my stupid policies. Today I will talk about how I broke my No Pants Policy by buying pants last night, from the mall and everything. They are jeans, but they’re pretty soft so hopefully not completely uncomfortable. I bought them so I can go for walks in the woods and not get ticks on my bare legs, but they’re actually really cute pants and now I don’t want to get them torn and tick-infested. My life is terribly difficult. Is there a policy for that?