So Amy and I headed to Leicester Kickboxing last night. It has a fantastic reputation as a serious club and it is, it’s very raw when you arrive. The guy leading the class was friendly enough but it’s definitely an old school boxing mentality set up. All this is well and good, we came to work and learn, work we did, learn, not so much.
The downside of a place like this is the feeling that you have to earn your place and until you do no one will speak to you. The guy running things didn’t stop to correct or help Amy with her kicks (never done it before) and basically we felt unwelcome. It’s also not cheap for what it is. It’s not that it’s a bad club, it clearly isn’t. I just think it’s not what we were looking for. I doubt we will go back.
After that I wandered up to join The Speculators, a local SFF writing group which includes lovely Catherine Digman and evil dictator Damien Walter. I got there about a minute before Damien commanded silence for an hour. Seriously, me in a room full of people having to e quiet for an hour? Just unlucky timing on my part, it’s their quiet work time, after which we all decamped to the pub, where I learned that Rob used to do MMA (well obvs that was the evenings conversation sorted for me).
Today I am on a half day, trying to sort out divorce stuff, seeing the solicitor and then heading to Jiu Jitsu this evening. Bit stressed, but ok over all. Report back later.