I’ve been taking Kung-Fu classes for 8 weeks now, and lately, I’ve been training daily too. But never did a day pass by without me getting myself either bruised (in all brilliant colors from blue to red, green, brown, black, purple, pink, orange, yellow…), or tumbled to unconciousness. On good days sore muscles are the worst I would get. On bad days I would get them all. I would wake up each morning from the pain I feel in those muscles whose existence I was never even aware of ever before. I would have to spend weekends in bed while suffering from the aches and twinges and helplessly wait for them to pass by. On some days my mere daily physical survival was just too much torture to bear.
It is hard, but it is worth the effort.
In short: I love it. 
Tags: kung-fu
