Blog of Magic Cheese

I got some pictures from the awesome Adam Tow from the show that I did with San Francisco wushu last summer, Women Warriors: Beyond Mulan.

For the first time I have a picture of me mid-wushu! It's not perfect, like you can see where I broke my sword once because it's totally dinging to one side, but I like it. :D

Now to get the time to start training more than once a week. Oi.

It is possible to stride down the streets of downtown San Francisco pulling a loud, rattling hand cart and carrying a transparent plastic bag of sanitary napkins without shame, because today I have done it.

The homeless guys smiled back and called me Sunshine. (:

I botched up my left ankle last Thursday at wushu practice. ):

I missed the Berkeley Regionals wushu tournament on Saturday because I was immobile and because the closest BART station to the University is 239854518475610498736342987340 miles on crutches. Alas! I miss you, SCWA!

It's not so bad. It doesn't really hurt any more, the bruising is clearing up, though the swollenness is stubbornly refusing to go away and my suddenly chubby toes alarm me. At least I've been able to keep myself amused with my mismatched ankles. I keep holding them up one at a time to Rob as warnings that he'd better treat me right when we get married.

*right ankle* "Normal ankle!"
*left ankle* "Ankle after Aya gains 100 pounds!"
*right ankle* "Athletic Aya!"
*left ankle* "Aya after marriage has consumed her soul and she's tried to fill the gaping void with chocolate!"

I wish I could go running and climbing and wushu again. Seeing a doctor Friday to find out how quickly I'll be allowed to. In the meantime, trying to learn to hobble faster as Rob seems more attracted to me crippled than whole. Maybe I should ask for therapy gift certificates for wedding presents.