Day 3
I wake up on day three feeling sick. There is no way I am going to do yesterday over again at another gym while I am running a fever. So I opt to hold my couch down by lying on top of it. (You never know when the gravity in the living room might get a little light.)
Determined to do something martial art-like, I watch Kill Bill. It is pretty gory and the mediocre plot line hasn’t gotten any better with age, but the fight sequences are still beautiful pieces of work.
I also read Harry Potter and contemplate if the title character could have kicked Voldemort’s ass better if he had a few Mixed Martial Arts moves up his sleeve. I ultimately decide that he probably could have. I make a mental note to enroll my daughter in karate even in the unlikely event she develops magical powers. (I would blame the fever, but that is really just how my mind works.)
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