That's Okay No One Does

Tonight in my kickboxing class we (and by "we" I mean "I" since I was the only student there) learned how to block kicks. This was cool except for the fact that it meant being kicked in the shin, in almost the exact same spot, like eighty times (this was actually the goal, by the way. You block a kick by intentionally getting kicked in the shin. Sounds like a great idea, right?). Anyway, now I have this weird splotchy bruise covering the better part of my shin. Worth it! When I told my mother about this she said "I will never understand you." This is true.