CIC 2 Day 8

Today we covered one final technique (one used for getting through a crowd) and then prepared for a demonstration. Right before we left to do that, we took our written test. Everyone passed!

The demonstration was, no joke, at a renaissance faire. We got to enjoy the faire a bit as well as show off our technique.

When we got back to the gym, we had a short lunch break and then went over our B2 and A1 skills (plus some “families” of related techniques). Then we did some light sparring and called it a day.

I took a pretty hard blow to the head. It stunned me, but I kept going. I have a nice knot coming up, but I don’t think I have a serious injury.

My roomies and I went out for dinner. I had a soak when we came home, and my final lesson plan (for the class – obviously I’ll make more for teaching) is done!

Also, thanks to practice today and the mock B1 test we did before, I’ve done everything I will do during my skills test on Sunday. I feel at ease. I’ve practiced all I can, and I feel confident in my work.

I’m simultaneously nervous and calm. Tests can be stressful for me, but I also know I’m prepared. It’s a weird place to be.

This morning I tried to wake up at 7 but couldn’t. Tried again at 8 and 9 to no avail. I thought I succeeded around 10, but i just went downstairs and napped on the couch until almost 11. My body is spent.

I gave myself the day off from the gym. I did go to fencing, but I only warmed up and helped some newbies with a few skills. I left an hour early to go edit a dissertation.

My plan is to get back in the gym tomorrow after office hours instead of trying to go in the morning.

Days 8 & 9

I didn’t do lunges on Friday because I drove halfway across the state and drank tequila with my friend.

I didn’t do lunges on Saturday because I went to a metal show with another friend.

Today I drove halfway across the state and did twice as many lunges as penance for my hedonism. Tomorrow I’ll double up again and be all caught up.

The air conditioning in my house needs to be replaced. I’m drenched. I feel like I’ve thoroughly cleansed myself of alcohol and rock music.