Back when I was a kid, I learned to juggle from a cousin’s then boyfriend. Then, I have running which continues to this day and probably until they have to chain me down in a hospice bed or something. Writing, of course.
As I got older, I picked up a few new hobbies. The foremost of these is Martial Arts. Started it for self-defense, then found out I wasn’t too bad at it and had a lot of fun doing it. As the skills progressed, so did the challenges, culminating in full-contact sparring. The whole while, I keep telling myself “I wish I’d picked this up when I was younger!”
And if I had, I probably would have learned that, A – you don’t block a round house kick with the side of your hand, and B – don’t let someone fold your palm until it touches your wrist while grappling.
I am currently nursing a Lateral Adductor Contusion (or Abduction Contusion, basically the nerves and muscles are shot), Bone Bruising, and a probable hairline fracture in my right hand. It feels about as good as it sounds.
Ah, well. You’re never too old to learn. 🙂
Thankfully, I can still type and with Steph off to a cheese workshop this weekend, I foresee a lot of writing getting done.
Moose and Ink 