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My toe is already well on the way to recovery! I'm frankly astonished. It was fully purple yesterday, but putting arnica on it, taking care of it and getting lots of sleep seems to have been helping - the bruising has already gone down a lot. I'm surprised but relieved - I guess it was probably a bruise rather than a sprain. So glad I didn't call it and sell my Microburn ticket!

Leo's back is faring less well. They managed to sell their ticket yesterday, so at least they've recouped their costs. I'm less nervous about going on my own now that it looks like my toe is likely to be well on the way to recovery by then. I've got lovely friends offering to help me transport my stuff from the car, and a sturdy pair of hiking boots, and I'm totally open to going a day late or whatever if that seems like it would work better.

I'm actually excited about flying solo. I'll miss Leo of course, but I've not done a solo festival since we got together, and it'll be really good to have the chance to do my thing and make new connections. If I can't do my normal bouncing-around-the-dancefloor act there'll be time for lots of workshops and chats instead - I'm looking forward to deepening friendships, meeting new people, doing my volunteering shifts and seeing what the burn has to offer. I've emailed the Rangers to let them know that I might not be able to do much ranging, but I imagine a slightly limpy Ranger will be better than no Ranger at all, and honestly based on current progress I might even be fully healed by then.

We had a lovely Sunday yesterday. Went swimming before breakfast - non-gravity-dependent activity being my concession to the toe - which was the first time I'd done so in several years. It was really nice. I slipped straight back into my old rhythm, and enjoyed the meditative focus of ottering up and down. Took it quite easy, with a few rests and a bit of a sit in the sauna (before I realised that was for members only, oops!) but still did 50 lengths in the hour. Got back home, ate a massive brunch and then we both read in bed and had a nearly-two hour nap in the sun. Perfect. I'd like to go back to the pool soon, it feels like swimming is really good for my body, and I think it would be a great complement to the Tai Chi.

I haven't been back to Kung Fu yet. I do want to - my teacher has asked where I've been - but last time as well as wiping me out for the whole of that day, it also gave me noodle legs, knee pain and a fatigue crash that took four days to recover from. That's fine, as long as it's temporary - I'm not going to keep it up if that happens every time, but hopefully I'd get stronger quickly at first, in the way you do when you're a total n00b at a new fitness thing, and reach a stage where it was sustainable. But if I'm going back, I want it to be on a day when I can reasonably take it easy for the next couple of days, and the last couple of weeks have been so full that I haven't had the opportunity. I'm certainly not going to do it before Microburn. So Kung Fu is on the back burner for now.

Looking after a human body is like walking a tightrope. If you never challenge it it atrophies, and if you push it too hard you can do yourself damage. Trying to work out how much activity is the right amount of activity is a constant challenge.
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After updating my previous journal once in five years, it's time to start afresh.

I write, create content and post online on a daily basis for work - a fact which has, over the last decade, wiped out my ability to maintain a personal blog. Nonetheless, I miss it. I made use of Facebook for a while, but I'm decreasingly interested in giving my content to Zuckerburg, so have taken a conscious step back from that. Time to return to my open source roots. The new account is a must: my previous one dates back to my first year at university, and while I'm not ashamed of my past selves, I have no desire to drag them with me more than I can help.

I went to my first ever Kung Fu class on Saturday, and I ache. I've been practising Tai Chi for nearly three years, and just swapped from Yang to Chen style a few weeks ago after losing faith in Mei Quan, my previous Tai Chi school (a long and gnarly story which I might share at some point). The new school is a Shaolin Temple Cultural Center, entirely different from what I had before: it's a tiny dojo in an industrial unit behind Tesco, with foam mats on the floor, a buddhist altar in the corner, and mixed adult and kids classes in Tai Chi, Kung Fu and Kickboxing, all taught personally by the Shifu, who is a direct discipline of Shaolin Temple China. The center explicitly aims to provide martial arts training to people from disadvantaged areas, the quality of the teaching is excellent, it's friendly and unpretentious and I love it. The classes are small and personal - between 4-10 people.

A good thing too, because switching from Yang to Chen style hasn't been effortless - new forms, new details, a movement vocabulary that's similar but subtly different, and if I'm not paying attention I find myself lapsing into old ways. The classes are only an hour long each, but follow on from each other, so it seemed worth trying Kung Fu so I could make the most of being there and do two classes back to back. Although I've never done an external martial art, Mei Quan taught Tai Chi as if it wished it was one, with day-long intensive martial workshops drilling striking forms and working on applications. So I thought I had enough martial experience that it wouldn't be a terrible idea.

How naive I was.

The hour-long Kung Fu class on Saturday morning basically killed me. Well, that's an exaggeration. I came home, ate, bathed, and then slept for three hours; the next day I was hobbling around, sore all over, and wasn't much use to anyone. Today I'm still sore, particularly around the quads and knees. I've reluctantly concluded that it would be unwise to go back to Kung Fu tonight (there are classes most nights of the week, so I can take my pick, and Monday evening is one of my regular Tai Chi nights) until I've fully recovered.

There's a big part of me which wants to be fitter now damnit, and is determined to stubbornly throw myself into training until it happens. There's another part of me which is aware that these things take time, and has no desire to re-cripple myself again so soon. So my second dip into the Kung Fu waters will have to wait until next week. I'm honestly not sure whether I'm disappointed or relieved.

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