Okay, I am in as bad shape as I thought I was.

I'm in marginal pain at the moment.

So i'm back to three Kung Fu classes every week. I couldn't make friday nights for pretty much the last several months. The problem is that Friday nights are the hard classes. We do conditioning on Friday night. Basically, it's a two-hour torture-test where we find new and creative ways of abusing our bodies with the aim of building muscle, endurance, and physical strength.

I haven't been to a Friday night class in several months. I guess that comes from working on a fricking PhD. thesis. Side effect of sitting in front of a computer for 16 hours a day is that you get out of shape rather quickly.

So I went to class last night, and as most Fridays are, I brutally abused myself for three hours. But as the evening drew to a close, I figured that I wasn't in as bad shape as I thought I was. Oh, I was hurting, naturally. You don't push yourself for that hard, and that long without some body part voicing an objection or two; but it wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be. I thought I'd be vomiting by the time the class was half-over.

So I thought I was in better physical condition than I feared I would be.

Then I woke up this morning.

Nope. Turns out that I'm in as bad shape as I thought I was. Pretty much everything hurts at the moment.

I'm gonna have to do something about that.