- I plan my schedule around keiko instead of the other way around.
- Martial arts books have replaced fine literature on my shelf.
- When house-hunting, I first check the vertical clearance of the ceiling to see if it'll accommodate my jo katas.
- I'm not heartbroken over not yet being able to afford furniture because, hey, more room for suburi practice.
- I assess square footage of individual rooms by how many tatami mats will fit.
- Mop handles and hiking sticks make me think of jo's.
- I pass the lumber section of Home Depot and wonder which wood would make a good bokken.
- Going gi shopping fuels me with endorphins that most other women get when stepping into Macy's.
- I do laundry based on when I run out of fresh gi's.
- I consider purchasing future car models based on whether the trunk will sufficiently accommodate my weapons bag.
- I'm actually up at 8:00AM on a Saturday morning so that I can commute to weapons class.
- I've avoided certain fast food chains for years, and suddenly I'm burning enough calories so that those McDonald's golden fries are looking very tempting.
- I suck at sewing but would spend an entire morning hemming/altering/patching up my gi.
- I've never folded any article of clothing with such meticulous care as I do my hakama, and I do this almost on a daily basis.
- People look at me funny because I carry a litany of bruises on my forearms.
- I've sprained and twisted muscles and still have the desire to claw my way back on the mat.
- I've considered using a tenchi-nage-like blend to squeeze through automatic doors before they close.
- Trying highfalls make me paranoid that I'll break my neck and become a paraplegic, but I still want to practice and master them.
- My grip strength and wrists have gotten noticeably stronger.
- I subconsciously get into hanmi stance, like when standing or mopping the floor.
DWB test
2 years ago
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