It's that time again. It happens once every...4 months or so. I'm working out, kicking hard, lungs exploding, getting smacked around by the paddle for dogging it...and in the height of tiredness we inevitably we switch to some drill involving back kicks. Lots of them. In a row.
OK I'm being dramatic, we didn't even do that many yesterday. But they do require twice as much energy as, say, a turning kick.
Normally I love back kicks. Especially these days when it hurts so much to kick with the top of my foot, it's nice to do something that doesn't hurt every time you make contact. And there is something so satisfying about hitting a good one.
So I jump, throw my leg out...
and my ponytail hits me in the face.
The sign has come. It's time for a haircut.
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