The somersaults she makes us do in jujitsu class at the YMCA froth my brain juices into a turbulent swirl of the vomitious dizzies. I only do maybe one somersault instead of the required three for warm up.
My sensai is on to me.
She says to the whole class that if we cheat we're only hurting ourselves but my piece of the mat gets the brunt of her stink eye.
One day when I puke all over her foot she'll know I was doing it for her own safety.