"I'm from Kenya, of COURSE I'm a runner"

So last night was....interesting.  I went to TKD practice, which rocked.  I can't believe how much that extra half hour of practice tires you out.  We did our usual warmup and stretching and whatnot, then the coach came out and decided we needed to do even more warmup, despite it being about 80 degrees in the training room.  So he started us out just doing burpees and other irritating/tiring exercises, except at the end of each set of 5, we had to do sprints.  Arg.  It was hilarious to watch everybody's speed drop off exponentially as the sets drew on.  Then after a quick water break it was time for footwork, doing slides forward & back, steps forward & back, then combinations of the above.  The hardest was the 360 footwork.  Spinning is definitely not my forte....given that I almost took out at least 3 people in my spastic rotations...Then it was time for hogu drills.  I have a love-hate relationship with hogu drills.  I love them b/c they're very related to sparring and help you with your rhythm, but I hate them if your partner has no rhythm, which mine....did not....*doh*  I did have the satisfaction of knowing that I was at least making contact at the right part of the hogu when I looked down and saw that my TKD shoes were taking on a slightly reddish tint from where they were impacting :D  My left roundhouse is improving, though now I need serious work on my doubles >.<  It's my new TKD mission...

So after TKD, I came back and was about to make some dinner, when I hear a very loud pounding on my door.  I open it up, and who do I see?  None other than a very drunken Timmy.  Oh...Timmy....he demands that I get showered and come hang out with the other people in his room, which I had no issue with, except apparently by the time I was done showering, they drunkenly wandered off?  *sigh*.  Thanks Timmy.  

I heard a bunch of people in the room across the hall from me, though, and decided that it was time for me to meet my neighbors.  So I pounded on the door, introduced myself, and just started talking to the group that was in there, and somehow ended up being dragged out with them to Turf (the bar directly nextdoor to RMIT).  One of the guys there said he was from Kenya, but given that he looked/spoke like he was from India, we were all a bit skeptical?  But he proved to be incredibly entertaining with his drunken belligerence....When one of his friends was going to come meet him, he tried to whisper across the table to us:

"My friend is coming, and he's an ass, so you don't have to like him, but be nice to him....but not too nice, I don't want you to like him, I don't even like him" .......??

*sigh*  It was good fun to hang out at Turf though, and tonight is karaoke night, so we shall see what comes of it.  My insane 1.5 hours of kickboxing is approaching, and I'm kind of scared.  The coach for this class is way more intense than George, and nearly killed me last time.  Still a great workout though :D

I also discovered that even with TKD shoes, you can still apparently get blisters on spots where skin has previously been removed?.....curses....but I also discovered that drained blisters can heal overnight!! yay!