That's How You Know It's Working

I find that I feel much better about my performance in kickboxing class if I come home with some sort of mark to show for it. (Actually, I feel that way about a lot of things; if it doesn't hurt and/or leave a mark, it probably wasn't worth doing.) Anyway, I got a pretty good one again last night. My instructor had me kick a punching bag fifty times with each leg. My left leg is apparently weak and pathetic, so I didn't get much on that side. I got a nice big bruise all across my right ankle though. So I guess I did alright.

Someday I want to be able to compare scars with Oliver, Sarah, and Dig.