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oloriel*whimper*
Sometimes, after kendô practice, I wish my car had automatic transmission.
Like just now, when I have a bleeding blister the size of a two-Euro coin on the sole of my left foot.
Sometimes I really, really wonder why I even do this sport.
Kendô is stupid, smelly, loud and painful. Aside from the foot, my shoulders and thighs are beginning to feel really sore, and my back is aching. Oh, there's a blister on my left hand, too, and not even in the place where a blister might be if I'd gripped the sword correctly.
The saddest thing about it is that I am still taking part without armour, which means I cannot be hit but get to beat up everyone else. Obviously the insane sado-masochistic cynical lefthanded bastard that invented kendô was not without a certain sense of irony.
I try to learn kendô because I think it's fascinating, because I love the hakama and the armour, and because there's this wonderful moment when you come out of the shower after practice and you fell all new-born, awake and accomplished.
But all in all? I must have been mad to ever try and start kendô. It's no coincidence the most frequent colours in kendô are dark blue/black and silver (well, and bamboo). It's like ansereg. Just without the sex.
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On plus side, I am typing this on my shiny new darling laptop. ^_________^
And I changed my car's tyres today. All in all, it's been a productive day.
Sometimes, after kendô practice, I wish my car had automatic transmission.
Like just now, when I have a bleeding blister the size of a two-Euro coin on the sole of my left foot.
Sometimes I really, really wonder why I even do this sport.
Kendô is stupid, smelly, loud and painful. Aside from the foot, my shoulders and thighs are beginning to feel really sore, and my back is aching. Oh, there's a blister on my left hand, too, and not even in the place where a blister might be if I'd gripped the sword correctly.
The saddest thing about it is that I am still taking part without armour, which means I cannot be hit but get to beat up everyone else. Obviously the insane sado-masochistic cynical lefthanded bastard that invented kendô was not without a certain sense of irony.
I try to learn kendô because I think it's fascinating, because I love the hakama and the armour, and because there's this wonderful moment when you come out of the shower after practice and you fell all new-born, awake and accomplished.
But all in all? I must have been mad to ever try and start kendô. It's no coincidence the most frequent colours in kendô are dark blue/black and silver (well, and bamboo). It's like ansereg. Just without the sex.
- - -
On plus side, I am typing this on my shiny new darling laptop. ^_________^
And I changed my car's tyres today. All in all, it's been a productive day.
