Hey, lady...

Tonight I went to class by myself. And I got to the dojo and all the lights were on. It was one of those omydearthiswillbebad moments. When I knew there was going to be a conflict.
The gym was filled with 30 middle school boys playing basketball and speed jump-roping and running.
It was a mess.
Thankfully I knew the man in charge of it. Sort of. I've met him once or twice. And he sized me up when I let myself in the door. Shorter girl carrying a gi and a KEEN bag and her hair up and a black belt dangling from her arms. I knew he recognized me.
What time do you need it, he said.
I bit my lip. 20 minutes, I told him. That was cutting it close.
Okay, he said.
They took longer than 20 minutes though. And I didn't have time to sweep the floor. And I had to get out the mats while they were cooling down. And I laughed at their whispers.
She's the teacher....I bet I could beat her up....She's probably like the karate kid's teacher...I would just challenge her to a gun fight...She doesn't look tough....She's small....Hey, lady, could you kick me in the face?
Yes.

I love my job.
Even when the school forgets and tells people they can have the gym when I need it.

We did some nice UFC shin kicks tonight. Fighting. Forms. And spin kicks. I don't like spin kicks. Now my hips are sore.