I have pain running through my veins.

I don’t know how I managed it, but I did an Anti-Gravity Yoga class this morning at 10:30, and then I did the 5:30 and 7:30 PM Krav Maga classes.

I could barely get into fight stance.

Remember when I mentioned that I had possibly sprained my big toes? I thought I was exaggerating too. Until my feet seized up while I was out shopping in Hong Kong. The pain was radiating from my big toes. (I carried on and dragged my feet along, of course. Not because I had some serious shopping to do but because I didn’t want to give in to the pain. I actually hadn’t mentioned that incident to anyone until now.)

We were doing kicks in a Krav Maga class, and I was working out barefoot. Someone was holding out the bag the wrong way, and I was being a klutz with my long toes. I ended up whacking them a few times, instead of the balls of my feet. And then they got stepped on and some people ran into them. It was two days of injuries, if I am not mistaken. And I’ve been on the go ever since. Mostly in high heels.

I’m back to wearing shoes at Krav Maga. But I can barely get up on the balls of my feet without any sharp protests from my toes.

The rest of my body is in pain from not having worked out in ages. The last time I seriously worked out was last June 22. Father, forgive me, it’s been two months. Which is why every part of me is screaming in agony.

Oh, and I also have a skinned knee. An alcohol-related injury. Of course, I have to have one of those! (Did you expect anything less?)

If you think it’s tough distinguishing up from down, left from right, front from back when you’re upside down and totally disoriented at Anti-Yoga Gravity, it’s even worse trying to balance on a hammock that is digging into flesh that would rather be massaged than carry your entire weight. I thought I’d have to get out of the poses earlier than everyone else. But I stuck it out – like the good little masochist that I am.

And I’m still bent on going to the 5:30 and 7:30 PM Krav Maga classes tomorrow and Thursday. My penance for my sins of late. And for the ones I am going to commit on Friday, which has been earmarked for massive binging from 11:30 AM onwards.

The newly-certified Krav Maga instructors are taking charge this week and, today, was Tuesday’s day. Yes, her name is Tuesday and today is Tuesday. Tomorrow is Angel’s turn. These girls may be tiny but they can sure pack a punch. Angel, in particular, seems to have a very raw instinct for survival. She can be brutal. I’m sure being married to Krav Maga expert, Bjorn Karlsson, may have something to do with it.

Tomorrow will be anything but a walk in the park. Normally, the muscle pain is at its worst two days after the first workout. Will just have to grit my teeth and bear it. If my feet fall off, could somebody please help me get a cab home?