And first blood goes to–me! Only I’m the one giving the blood, not causing the bleeding. That’s okay, I prefer it that way.
It started out innocently enough. I haven’t been participating in the end-of-lesson games lately, I was worried about being ready to test. But the games are when you get to do stuff you don’t otherwise, like somersaults and flying sidekicks and such. So today, I played.
First time around went fine. I jumped the bopper, jumped the bags, fell on the other side but wasn’t hurt, and did my flying sidekick. Second time around, same thing. Third time–I still don’t know how it happened. I think I landed in ballerina position. You know, on the very tip of my toes? Then, of course, my toes realized that hurt, and tried to escape. Unfortunately my body went one way, my big toe went the other. Owie.
My toenail (where the blood was and is) is turning pretty colors as I type. That joint right there stings like fury. My ankle is threatening to sue, and my calf muscles are bitching mightily.
But I’m a blooded orange belt now.