aw...fudge Well, it was confirmed today, I am not a fighter, either.
It has long been established that I am no lover. But, I had high hopes I was at least a little manly. Not so.
Today's Fu Style class hammered the last nails in the coffin. Working on an application that was no great challenge for any other idiot; I could not get the body working the way it had to. Doing it gently, I harmed myself repeatedly while having no effect on my partner at all. Maybe that's my style. Make my opponent feel pity for me, as I tear my own muscles and spin myself unconcious, then throw a rock at him as he walks away in disgust.
Brilliant!  ¶ 3:00 p.m.