Today was a rough day. I got slightly injured during training. I sparred with one of the Elite 12 today and although I won; he made his presence known.
“Come on, Tim, is that all you got? Come at me again,” I yell. Tim runs at me again. I step aside, kick him in the stomach and punch him hard in the face. Tim goes down and out. Another win for me.
My dad walks over and looks at me. He is the only one who noticed me flinching.
“Let me see Sweet Pea,” my dad says.
“Dad, don’t call me that in public. Come on, someone might hear you.” My dad laughs and looks at the bruise forming on my left side.
“Well baby girl, Tim got you good. Looks like you have at least two broken ribs and maybe more.”
Although I’ll heal quickly, my mom made me stay home today and maybe tomorrow to heal properly. I don’t mind. I’m enjoying the time to myself and Tamaska is being quiet today. Plus, I get to spend a little time with my mom. My mom brought me breakfast in bed.