The Zoo over Ambuscade Street

Chinese martial arts are frickin' wierd. Especially the internal styles. Erik and I did some Ba Gua warmups followed by Qui Gong (basically - the Ba Gua warmups done really...frickin'...slow...), and I managed to pull a muscle in my back pretty badly doing the Ba Gua side kick, which is almost but not quite entirely unlike a Hapkido side kick. My brain was telling my body to do the Ba Gua kick, while my muscles were insisting on doing the Hapkido one that's been drilled in until it's pretty much bone-deep. Needless to say, this is how I managed to hurt myself.

I think I'll be sticking to Korean and Japanese styles - they just make so much more sense!

Also, I want this. (Double icon utility bonus points! Score!)

While I appreciate the fact that I'm losing weight rapidly this week, this really isn't my preferred method. Bleh.

My theory that there is a vast and worldwide male conspiracy to steal the immune systems from their (usually female) spouses gains one more data point.

(Another Boss Lady factoid - I tell her I'm feeling Incredibly Nasty, and may have to go home early. Less than five minutes later she sends one of my coworkers to ask if I'll do the security checklist this afternoon - something that needs to be done after 4PM. Soopergenius!)

(Also, this whole waking up at 3AM thing is kind of starting to suck. On the other hand, getting to work at 5AM means lots of productivity and extra hours.)