This may or may NOT be a writing post…we’ll see how it goes. K? (just deal with me, it’s one of those days…it started out with my mother locking herself out of her house and car at 4am and just progressed. See? We have established that she needs to make key copies and place them strategically.)
So the whole idea of going back to training mode? Yes, well, I forgot about punching drills and a heavy bag.
Can we say Ouch??
My fingers hurt. My hands hurt. My forearms protest every single blessed move today. All my jewelry is off, not that I had a lot of it on…resting at the side of my monitor, and I skipped the gym workout because I didn’t think I’d do it justice. I keep stretching my arms out just to pop my elbows as if that will help more. And, all this AFTER having Muscle Activation Therapy earlier in the day.
Somedays, I forget to engage my brain. One should probably NOT do intense training after intense therapy. My bad.
Yes, yes, I am a fighter and a writer – my fight scenes can get rather graphic. Although, I’m sure there are a ton of fighters out there who could kick my….tail (Keeping in PG, just in case the 6YO decides to read over my shoulder at a later date.) If you want to learn more about women martial artists…go check out this blog. They have great info on the reality of fighting. I learned quite a bit about knife fighting this week.
But that’s not my point tonight 
I want to whine and see where it goes. (I get 30 minutes, according to my internal coach.) My hands are ALL sorts of swollen up tonight.*points back to the picture of my left hand on keyboard*
Yes, I did it to myself. And yes, it may not look swollen to you…but I promise they are. It hurts. *insert whine here….and then shake head at self*
It felt great to go back into fight/defense mode. I’ve taken about a year off from MA training. (Bad idea. Shame on me.) This week, I decided…nope, I’m a martial artist and yes, I need to figure out how to blend my MA training with my bodybuilding training and overall fitness minded focus. So, out came my gloves, and Nick, pup, and I reintroduced ourselves to the heavy bag.
I haven’t ever really sparred/practiced/hit a heavy bag. A boxing bag.
Virtual Fighter Me
The drill bags in the dojo are lighter than those used by boxers, I think, and so is Bob, he’s the sparring dummy who lives in our garage – he takes a beating across the concrete floor as needed. I don’t really use him a lot. I’m too Zen for most people, Bob included. However, he’s seen the expanse of our garage floor a few times in the years past.
As for the sparring rounds? I can move the dojo bags with a well placed round house kick too.
But, the heavy boxing bag?
Doesn’t move much and is REALLY heavy. Much to my current dismay. I’m not sure of the weight ratio in comparison. I should check it out. On the plus side, I was moving the bag, then again, so was the 6yo with a few well placed kicks…sighs… I think it might weigh about as much (probably more) as I do. And no, we’re not mentioning HOW much that is 
My rings, no offense to my dear husband, are on my desk because they are now too painful to keep on. I very rarely take them off. This would be ONE of those infrequent times. And, no, they may not look swollen to you, but owwwwwww. It even hurts to curl my fingers in.
It’s also making it VERY interesting to type. It’s taking a lot more effort and an usual amount of backspacing to get any writing/typing done.
What does any of this have to do with writing? AND, my stories? Let’s see…I write about strong, female fighters..no matter what realm they come from. And, I write about the writing process…which right now, is painful and SUCKS. What do you go through for reality and fight scenes in your writing and story-telling? Please, do share.
Boo.
