OOOSA!

Final all-team practice today, four hours of pretty intense training. I'd say maybe similar to boot camp but with an ass kicking flavor. Like instead of hitting the ground for pushups (oh wait, we did that), it would be hitting the ground for a sprawl followed by a knee to someone's groin. A fictional groin, that is. Or instead of jumping across the mats with drop and do a million crunches (oh wait, that we did too), it would be go apeshit on pads for three minutes straight. Followed by like ten more rounds of that. It was good, though, and left me feeling at least that I am worthy of being on the team. We also did our polydamas, which is the four-person weapons event (3 armed attackers against one unarmed; she must defend and disarm each attacker--I'm the six foot bo staff). My third event will be polaismata, which is a two person choreographed fight at full speed, full power. We kind of pimped it out with a lot of throws and funky matrix-like moves, so maybe we will kick some ass in Lithuania. Hard to say.

I capped off the night with a a rescue mission to my sister, who called me because she was bleeding profusely and feeling faint after cutting her foot on a can lid (poor recycling technique). I arrived at her apartment to find a meat locker/Sweeney Todd kind of thing going on with her in the middle of it, lying on the couch, looking kind of pale. She had a big slice in the bottom of her foot kind of into the base of her pinky toe, and it was so not going to stop bleeding ever. As it turned out she had gotten an artery as evidenced by the high pressure spray aimed at all health care workers who attempted to tame it. Foot guts were coming out of the slice. Very cool all around, and I won the stitches bet (nine).