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I cannot believe I thought I was going to try to go to fencing today. I want to start doing three days a week soon (and next week, I'll have 4 or 5 since there's the two day judging workshop), but my schedule hasn't allowed it. This week it's my body. My hamstrings have loathed me since Monday, the Baroque dancing was at least moderately taxing on Saturday, my left hand has been cranky (discovery: it's double jointed and now locks up sometimes in all these weird formations I never knew it could, but I'm sure strength will fix that), and I feel like I have a bruise deep inside my right hip. Barn dancing was great for that as you might imagine. I pushed myself ridiculously hard this week, and, all absurdist impulses aside (this is EXACTLY like when I was like "must go clubbing every night" except this, you know, amtters), I need to just fucking lay off it tonight, especially since next week will be insane.

I had terrible dreams too. Woke up with a start in the middle of the night sure someone was in my room and that I would have t hold my breath a very long time to make sure they wouldn't notice _I_ was in my room. Everything was fine though. Oi. When I have dreams like this I tend to be unnerved for days -- not for the practical reasons of someone breaking into my house would be bad and that's unpleasant to dream about, but because my life has enough spooky in it, for all I know _something_ was in my room last night.

All this aside, I still really, really want to go to fencing tonight though.

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Well, by and large, these are not injuries. The matter of my hamstrings is just stretching something in a way that isn't used to being stretched. I feel like hell, but it's not injury pain. The hand thing is similar (the tendons in my hand have stretched out from the work, and being less tight has suddenly allowed the fact that I'm double jointed to surface and be weird -- for years my doctors said, "all your medical problems really indicate you should be double jointed, you're sure you're not?" and no one ever bothered to look at my hands. Ha).

The hip thing, I'm not sure what that is, and it makes me nervous. It's clearly aggravated by the lunge, and since I want to go tonight mainly to fight some people and a lunge is necessary for that, I should probably lay off.