Went out and fought at Darkon (the medeval re-enactment thing I do) today for the first time in almost three months, in nearly 100 degree weather. It felt really good, in spite of the oppressive heat. My old fighting partner moved back home from Chicago about a week ago, and we tore the field up together like we used to. Our baca-saito (idiot student for those who don't speak japanese) made us both proud today, and saved both of our asses quite a few times. All in all we were a dominating force - and kicking ass for the win is always fun, regardless of how much sweat you loose in the process
Got home to find dinner already on the stove -Awesome- and ate like a king. Now I'm gonna go spend some... ahem... "Quality Personal Time" with Mohegan, and loose some more sweat
I'd call this day a good one.
EDIT FOR MONDAY MORNING:
Oh my God, am I sore!!