It has been a year and a half now, I already forgot how it feels to move freely within the circle.
Just a brief flashback, someone sent me a message telling me to go back and train again for some good purpose.well, I missed the art that we tried nurturing for several years, it's worth training again and the purpose is good enough to send me back to the ground. Here I go again.
The first session for the year was quiet okay and painful too. I missed that ache that ran from my neck down when I was training before. Those were the days when I was able to train from an hour or so rigorously. Applying Bengay as your perfume is not that bad after all hahahahahaha...
There were a few cuties at the hottest gym in town, hmm I wonder why. Enough with that crap, I went there to train and I was not hunting swans to start it with. After a gruelling first hour I felt the need to tie myself up. I kept going and going until i felt my leg hardened, damn cramps. Oh shit I fucking hurts arghh...and this means I have to stop and rest. All in a days work and I'm ready to head for my real work, my crappy leg still hurts.
I stood breathe and moved my arms. The flow led my feet to go from side to side. As the music plays my body follows, the rhythm sends a kick and each beat dictates my movement. Hold each thought and movements taught. I must now enter the circle, ai meu Deus give me the your blessing. I reach out my hand and smiled at my friend as we entered the circle we exchanged looks. Who releases the first blow? Who accepts the first hit? Only one thing is for sure inside the roda I'am free...
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