He's not the man he once was, but here's his site anyway...

-The Gneech

Inspired by level_head, as I often am, I updated my user info. Now you can know even more stuff that you didn't want to know about me!

-The Gneech

A First Edition Classic Returns!

Greyhawk, turn-based combat, complete 3e implementation...

MUST ... KEEP ... FROM ... DROOLING

-The Gneech ("Is it June yet?")

I have kung fu tonight, to make up for missing it on Monday, but there's an annoying little voice in the back of my head that keeps saying, "Not tonight, skip tonight, do it next week, you can catch up..."

So far, I love my training, and in the past I always enjoyed my other various classes ... so what's up with the voice? Is it stage fright? Neurotic inertia? Some vicious little part of me that wants to force me to be overweight and clumsy for the rest of my life?

Well whatever it is, GET STUFFED! I'M GOING TO CLASS TONIGHT YOU LITTLE BASTARD!

-The Gneech

Wow, tonight's class really gave me what-for. The warm up by itself made me light-headed and I had to sit out for a while ... then I picked myself up and got back into the thick of it as best I could, doing all the evil "ab crunch" variants until my tummy muscles couldn't stand any more; this was rapidly followed by sparring/blocking practice ... and the person whose kicks I had to block had extremely bony shins.

We rounded out the class by rolling. First we just went into a regular judo-style roll ... old hat for me. (Finally, something I wasn't the lamest one in class at!) Then, she laid a sparring pad down on the mat, and we had to clear over that with our fall and then roll. Since it was all of fifteen inches or so across, that was easy.

Then she put down two.

Then three.

Then four.

Then five.

Then six.

Leaping as far as I could, I could only clear three pads, which meant for the last three jumps I was rolling on the pads themselves. They were nice and soft, but it still ain't easy to take a flying leap and land in a roll, even if you did complete a semester of judo.

So anyhow, net result:

1 bruised and tender wrist (from blocking Mr. Iron Shins)
1 slightly sore shoulder (from a not-so-hot landing)
1 aching lower back (from the same not-so-hot landing)
1 set wiped-out abs
1 set sore pecs
1 pair rattling, squooshy lungs

I'm gonna feel this tomorrow ... and feel it even more Sunday. Ouch. But I'm glad I went (take THAT, voice)! Every one of these sessions makes up for a month or two of wasted youth (in terms of physical fitness and conditioning), so I figure I'm making good time. :)

-The Gneech