I fell in love.

Just a few hours ago, I'd ended my first capoeira lesson. Even before it ended, I knew I was completely, irrevocably, unconditionally in love.

I was a little tired during the warm up session but mostly due to having my first boot camp experience the same day (fitness test, arghhh - I did reasonably well, though). The instructor took me aside along with another beginner and the two of us went through basic kicks and I got to fiddle with my ginga. I got to attempt a handstand up against the wall too, which I also think I did fairly in.

(kicking moves are my one true love, seriously - no matter how badly I bomb at something, if it involves kicking, I know I should be able to do it well)

For years, I'd wanted to start learning capoeira but I lacked the push (possibly the time, as well). Quite recently I came to the realisation that if I want to do something, I might as well make the time for it instead of finding time for it. Subtle difference, but it means all the world.

So never mind the aches and pains and the blisters (a senior kindly gave me a Blisters 101 session after class when he noticed me walking on my heels), because they're all damn well worth it.