I haven't had bruises for a long time, but there's one right on my left hand. It's purpling nicely because my skin is translucent and bruises show spectacularly (IVs produce gorgeous ones that take over the width of my arm and last for weeks.) I probably have others on my legs and arms.
No, I'm not upset. I'm actually kinda happy. We sparred in Pa-kua today, and I have a habit of blocking everything with my hands, including kicks. It was supposed to be light touch, but we need to practice control, I guess.
And I *love* sparring. It's the best workout - you're alert and constantly moving and the acts of attacking and defending and keeping out of corners and not letting anyone get behind you are exhilirating and exhausting at the same time. I was sweating and hyperventilating when it was over, but oh, it was so much fun.
So I'm looking at the bruise on my hand, and smiling at it.