Missed Sanda Class :( The reason.

I usually don't eat dinner on Mondays.

I leave for work at 3 o'clock, and teach until 8. Then I go to Sanda until 9:30, which by the time I return home it's too late to eat. And I have burned so many calories that it would be silly to anyways.

I decided to make a conscious effort and ate a decent lunch, knowing I would need the calories to make it through the night and Sanda.

Then something really unfortunate happened. I went to my first class.  The students were working on their tendu's (which for something so easy to perform were absolutely horrifying.) I would fix one kid's foot, and slide over to the next. And that's when it happened. Damn the floor. I let out a little yelp, and pulled a fleck of wood out of the back of my pants.

There was a stab of pain, where my leg attached to my butt. I could feel the small bump of the splinter and thought "Why did this have to happen the first 10 minutes on the job?"

I went through the rest of the night conscious of the small splint of wood lying under the dermis of the leg/butt attachment (insert medical term). And overall it really hadn't been the best of evenings...

I put most of my efforts into working the uneven bars and cartwheels with the kids, and let me tell you that every single one of those kids were really gassy. And it was rather unpleasant to lift and flip them (Please Parents stop feeding your kids dairy, for sake of your child's tumbling teacher.)

The night ended assisting with the special Olympics athletes, all women ranging from 16 to 40ish. One lady/girl/ athlete (I can't tell their ages), has taken this liking to me. Mary Anne likes to stroke my arms, and kiss me on the arms and shoulders, sometimes I will be not paying attention and she'll kiss me on the back. She is always in this constant state of "startle", so I never really know how to respond.

So with Mary Anne's advances, tooting children and that lodged splinter, I settled on taking myself to get yogurt instead of getting beat on in Sanda.

I went home and despite my mom's best efforts with a needle we could not remove the splinter.

It's still in there. But I'm going to Kung Fu tonight no matter what happens.