vicarz | (no subject)

Yesterday after chasing a squirrel off my window, again, because he was eating what is left of the plastic around the frame, I talked to a friend about spices that would discourage rodents from eating my windows. I don't cook, but I do have leftover spices and with some guidance mixed a foul mixture of spicy hell that would scare off any organic life forms. I put it in hot water and let it soak overnight. Only, I went into the kitchen this AM, and it smells delicious.

Yesterday I had a religious experience with a large black man (isn't that always how it is?) There is this ex-football player huge humpin dude in the boxy-conditioning class who my cohorts were complaining about because he hits so damn hard. With yesterday's small class, I was the only match-up so I worked with him. I knew he wasn't super fit or anything, but he is huge and humpin strong. This dude would be an awesome ball player, coz while he might not run for miles, if he smacked a ball it would be gone - that kind. I worked with him, and the odd thing was while he did John Wayne his punches - they weren't really that hard (John Wayne - lean back, drop you guard, telegraph from miles away and wail all your strength into one punch). I learned quickly that he was difficult to coach - with feedback he just looked annoyed and didn't really take it. If he threw wrong and got too tired to throw for each count, he'd just rest until he could throw his wailing punches again. So I was kid-glove nice and light on the feedback. He was nice to me as well, only giving feedback if my punches slacked a little or if I made noise about being tired. Thing was, I hit harder than him. I would never think about matching up with this guy on the street - but as I did work with him yesterday I realized I could toe-to-toe with him and stand a fair chance of winning. The longer we worked, the smaller he looked.

I'm about to get my ass kicked or some other humiliating experience because my confidence is outpacing my size.