Badges of honor.
At least I’m making it to advanced class one Saturday a month. It feels so good to get a workout in the morning. Makes me feel like I’ve accomplished something.
Showering after class, I notice pinpoint bruises all over my body. There’s a nice one ripening on my left wrist. I wear my bruises as badges of honor. Plus, they freak people out. Really, they look worse than they feel. I bruise like a peach.
Our annual training camp is coming up next week. I’m told there’s still snow on the ground, so this should be interesting.
