in which there is a kick-ass karate workout...

karate this morning kicked. my. butt. very rarely do i end a class saying "That's it. That's all I had. That took everything." maybe... never before, actually.

perhaps because i'm still coughing up yellowish gunk? perhaps because i had to stand in shiko dachi and answer questions for five minutes? ten? perhaps because i had to wear the weighted vest and lead the class in kata, and my voice was never quite loud enough for Mr. Paul (because i was afraid i was going to start coughing up stuff at any given moment)? perhaps because we did our "normal" back-from-vacation moving basics routine (which is always good for working up a sweat)?

perhaps all of the above. ;)