How we missed this, I do not know.

There is a ninja theme restaurant in Our Fair City.

It sounds incredibly overpriced, and the NYT review bashed the livin' daylights out of them. But. Ninja. Restaurant!.

(Thanks to querldox for being more alert about what's going on where I live than I am.)

Oh, we're back to this, are we.

That is, "I overdid it yesterday and I feel like I've been beaten with clubs; is it prudent to refrain from going to class today & let myself rest, or am I just being a Goddamn pansy?" After three years, I still don't know where the dividing line is. Bah.

Yesterday was...useful. Indisputably good for me. But, as with most things that are good for us, the first descriptive that comes to tongue isn't good. Basically, David and I were forced out of our usual cruising speeds by being in a randori group (for most of the class period, at that) with two extremely energetic and stamina-enabled others. And though usually in randori you get a bit of a break because there's six or seven people in the group, Michael-sensei never countenances more than four people per (and he prefers three), so it is the diametric opposite of getting a break. Thus, I got an epic-level workout, with the panting and wheezing and overheated and dehydration; and, did I mention, my old nemesis koshinage? So added to this was lots of me falling like a thousand of brick.

But I needed the workout, and God knows I needed the koshinage practice. I actually did it right a few times, GO ME, and some times where I did not do it quite right but at least didn't do myself injury. Truth is that I just need to do it enough until I force my body to perform the actions that my brain knows it should be doing, but we don't do it very often in class, so in between times it all retreats behind a fossilized wall of trepidation.

Mind, I still don't know if I should go today.

...Which probably means I should.