ginga, baby!

Again, we drove half and hour away from home for that weekly one-hour self-imposed torture called Capoeira class. (Hindi naman torture, actually. It's just that every morning after class I can't help but as myself, "Bakit ko ba tino-torture and sarili ko nang ganito?" Yep, it hurts that much.) Last night was a workout. We did all our basics, escapes and now added kicks and floor movements. And the Mestre would say, "Since you guys are new to this, just give me, say...20 of each." Pasalamat pa daw kami na it's not a 500-kick day. Then we did our first ever roda, our "sparring circle", so to speak. Seriously, for anyone who's doubting how flexible and how agile they can be, capoeira's the thing. Whatever can make me (not to mention a 200-lb linebacker) do cartwheels all over the roda--yun yon. Try it!

OK. Now where's my ice pack..... :p