you'll never guess why i'm crying...
...
My kickbox instructor quit.
i left the parking lot in tears, a couple of girls watching, open mouthed, waving pitifully.
it was the best class i ever had. it was so satisfying. I'll never find another class like that. I may never find another kickbox class in nashville, period. not one i can attend, with my hours like they are.
I am going to drink some gin now.
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when my son quit tae-kwon-do, we had both been so involved that, in spite of everyone's insistence that i drop in for a visit any time, i knew with absolute certaintly that the second i crossed the studio's threshhold i'd burst into tears. probably the only reason i allowed my son to duck every time we drove by the gym.
something about disciplinarians, the way they wend their way into our hearts.....
is that why i only fall in love with emotionally unavailable men?
as you were....
i never thought of it that way.. maybe? I really liked that class. it was hard, and i hadn't mastered it yet. and as wonderful as tennessee is, it's not like you find kickass kickbox classes on every corner...
on the upside, the next time i did show up at the Y for the replacement instructor, everyone was really really nice to the crazy white girl.