Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday

These three days I got into a kind of funk. I was homesick and depressed. Thankfully though, my friends at the dojo were understanding and helped me through it. I also called Karen which cheered me up quite a bit. Classes were good, but my knees bothered me so much that I couldn’t sit in seiza for longer than it takes to bow in to class. They’ve improved since Tuesday though and I’m practically normal now. Except for an exceptionally large bruise covering my entire right knee (which I am exceedingly proud of though I have no idea how I got it)

Monday I took four or five classes, Tuesday I took six and was quite grouchy by the end of it, Wednesday I took four classes and a well deserved shower.