- Shins hurting,
- forearms feeling swollen,
- toes and balls of my feet rubbed raw,
- stubbed finger,
- deltoids and pectorals throbbing,
- calves stiffening, and
- fear of having strained a groin muscle.
Welcome to the rewards of my first week as a martial artist.
Finally decided to get off my ass, stop watching legally sanctioned murder in the form of MMA and kick-boxing, and get back to training karate.
That catalogue of injuries above is not exaggerated in anyway. And I’ve been enduring them since the first class.
Why have I not quit then, you ask? Coz I enjoy the pain! 😀 I’m reveling in flexing each muscle just to feel the dull throb. Rubbing my hands up and down my forehands just a little bit harder than necessary to see if the swelling has gone down.
And that leads to a REVELATION! Or more like a confirmation if you ask others (Don’t. They’re all biased).
I might be a masochist. The occasional nipple tweak aside, I never thought I was into the whole pain is pleasure thing. But the way my brain is interpreting my body’s complaints has me thinking different.
Sooo, anyone up for an afternoon of light S&M to test the theory?