On Saturday, I finally attended a class with my buddy, The Hulk.
Hulk and I took our black belt test together, and were both injured there. His injury--basically he had some ribs separated from the sternum, if I understood--healed faster than my ACL. So from his perspective, it wasn't the Return of The Hulk, but rather The Return of Clark Kent, as he likes to call me (mild mannered reporter, etc.).
Hulk said I haven't regressed much in my skills. Or, as he put it, "You're just as bad as you were before you got hurt."
Today, Sunday, is turning out to be my rest-from-exercise day, if only because I have too many dang other things I have to get done.
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