the first three days of this week were a lesson in how many things can turn to shit in a very short time. The police turning up trying to serve papers to the lodger who was here for a month in April was one of the better parts of the week. Went down hill from there. Until..
Wednesday night was the first night of new fight club. i love kickboxing. i love the people who are like a mad, violent family now, I love the way it feels to work and sweat and not notice the time speeding past. I love the chance to work out some stress and aggression and yeah, i love getting hit. I can’t tell you how many times in the last year I have driven to KB in tears just to leave with a huge grin on my face. I got told today my face lights up every time i talk about it (like my colleague does over her new boyfriend, coz that’s not weird, honest).
Back again tonight, hurrah!
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