So I spent much of today on the security detail at a Kung Fu tournament. Now that sounds pretty scary, like my job is trying to keep Bolo from killing people and I’ll end up with him breaking my neck with his foot or something, but mostly it meant I had to keep the parents of the younger competitors from crowding the aisles between the rings in a somewhat ironic attempt to coddle the child they have brought here to be kicked in the face by other children.
The reason I was there helping out rather than there fighting is that my shoulder has been seriously borked for a while now. It think I just sort of slept on it wrong and due to some combination of desk jockying and Kung Fu managed to let it get pretty messed up. I am cautiously optimistic that I’m in the home stretch with it, but it has been a trial. It has also been someone illuminating. For example, when I’m sitting on the floor or out on the lawn, my habit in getting up is to simple launch my body off of the ground with my left arm (presumably so I can hold things in my right.) I also tend to lob really heavy things around when I do dishes. I suppose that in a way it’s a reminder that going forward I have to take it a bit easy on the casual displays of strength.