and I need to work on this---and thissss----and that---

FIGHT:
Sometimes when I walk into class I feel like a warrior. My punches seem like they are cutting through the pads, the kicks land in the same place with a satisfying crack, my hips decide to move (which is something that they really don't appreciate doing).  and then there's the today's, where my hooks would be more useful holding cups of coffee, my kicks all land on my toes, and I hit myself in the forehead with the weights during our combos.
Yes, you heard me right......hit myself in the head with a weight.
hard.........
Its days like these that make me taste the blood in my mouth. Make me want to try harder. Push kick until my hips pop out of their sockets or until my hips pop at least 10 times in a row (without me doing my little hip dance before hand).
It's days like these that create the fighter in any walk of life.  It's the valleys that make you crave the peaks. It's the memories of those "can't get out of bed days", that make you proud that you did.
Fucking up is always ok, as long as you learn from it and grow from it.
I always fill a little full of shit when I go off on these sorts of rants.  And you know it's nothing new and I also know, that I don't always walk the walk.  But what I can say is that life works a lot better when you work towards your dreams, no matter what they may be.

FOOD:
There isn't a lot I haven't eaten lately. If there's junk in front of me, I'll eat it. If there's crazy healthy stuff in front of me, I'll eat it.  So the goal is basically, anything in hands reach should be somewhat considered a food group.  Jess was in town and we ate our way up Santa Monica Blvd and down the others.  Mexican, Sushi, Mimosa's, massages, there's something magical about a girlfriend coming in town.
and getting back to reality....

FILM:
Alright, alright, I'm in BBC heaven right now.  After my round with "Daniel Deronda" I fell in love with a British Actress Romola Garai. There is a Masterpiece Version of "Emma" with her in the title role along with Johnny Lee Miller. I'm convinced I was born in the wrong time period, how fabulous would it be to be a Victorian Lady by day, bare knuckle fighter by night? I mean, it's possible right?????  There's also a kick ass Sherlock Holmes with Rupert Everett as Sherlock and it's just fantastically done (and without all the special effects, which I love Holmes not matter who plays the title role, but it should concentrate on the kick ass characters more than the well, millions of brawls--just sayin').  This is the season that I should be hitting up the movie theatre's, seeing every film that's getting buzz this awards season. You know I didn't even know that the Golden Globes were on until they were over?  Anyone who knows me would be checking my head for a fever about now, but the home theatre watching seems to be more my speed.  I'm eagerly awaiting "Sherlock", an updated BBC version, but someone in my Netflix area has it hanging out on their DVD player because there has been a long wait FOREVER.
so for the love of Pete, will ya please mail that mother in?
danke.

It is time to bid farewell, I left my 3 minute peel on for 15 minutes and I have a feeling that the redness may not go away overnight. Ah well, something to go with my head wound :)