so gang

so gang, i'm feeling a little clearer.
i don't think i'll ever hear from dude again. i'm sad. it's probably good thing, i saw so many red flags that i could have been a cheerleader. oh well, i feel like a blundered, but when i called him up (the D) i was real, i wasn't going to take any crap. and my freak out, it was my own, i owned it.
i'm losing my words, i'm so tired.
i did kickbo today, i can't believe i almost skipped it. as always it blasted me. i feel so much better. i love my instructor michael. he doesn't talk or explain or walk people through. he just pushes us. comon! comon! (but not in an annoying way, in the most empowering way) we'll be doing some 3 part sequence and then we'll go triple speed, and it's wild. we used weights today, my triceps hurt in the best way.
i've gotten good at the side kick., and holding my leg up, just holding it up to the side for like a minute, which is much more hardcore then you think. men never make it in the class. for some reason. i think they get intimidated. they can't do the multi-sequences. and michael just gets us to pow it, i mean he'll make us kick our left leg for 10 sets without switching, and then do it behind, and then go triple speed. i don't know why guys don't come. there are two guys that come, i really think its because they can't deal with the sequences though the moves are quite challenging.
so we take over, and he doesn't coy with us he just tells us to go. and the class goes off to this electro techno hardcore music, and I jab - hook - punch -kick jab hook punch kick back. then kick kick kick kick kick kick kick kick kick kick kick, kick