Pity party for one, your table is ready

Bit blue last night. There I was, at the dojo, standing on the sidelines doing nothing. It was not a kicking day. ‘Maybe I should quit,’ I thought. Not for the first time. I mean, who needs to punch something? I walk about three kilometres a day on a very pretty route. That’s nice. I do it with my dog. He occasionally pulls the lead. That’s bad. I do no less than 3K because it helps my core stability. (That’s a necessity!) But must be careful not to walk incorrectly or I could cause problems in my knees, pelivis, shoudlers...