She roundhouse-kicked her way into my heart

So remember that chick I talked about in earlier posts? Well I overheard what her name was, and it's LINDSAY! What a beautiful name. And as an added bonus I got to train right in front of her! Man oh man. So whenever I looked at myself punching or kicking or doing whatever in the mirror, I could look a little to the right and see her kicking behind me :) I swear it was almost as if she was trying to kick me! We were so close. Oh man, I could seriously feel our connection in the ring.

Then the turning point. I was hacking away at one of the lighter punching bags with my KILLER right foot, and she walked by and the bag had lightly hit her in the thigh. I quickly jumped to my sense and hugged the bag with all the power invested in me to stop it from rotating around and managed to say sorry, awaiting an elbow to the face from my beloved. But instead of causing physical harm to me, my Lindsay laughed and giggled and gave me the BIGGEST smile (which I examined she had the most beautiful teeth) and said it was ok. WOW. She's the most understanding woman on earth! It is truly meant to be.

In the meantime, by the end of class, I got my ass handed to me when I attempted to spar one of the instructors.

I'm thinking right now, it would REALLY suck ass if Lindsay somehow ran into my blog.