I bought a sword.

It's for Tai Chi. It is not sharp.

I'm glad it doesn't have dragons and mythical creatures all over it, or fancy etchings, because I would probably feel like a big idiot if it did (this probably stems from my running career, and spending most of it wearing the bottom-of-the-line stuff and making the best of it {for example: I have never owned a single pair running shorts}, because I'd feel like a prima donna if I had good, flashy clothes/shoes/accessories and was actually slow}, except for senior year when Andrew B. Elkan coerced me into buying yellow Kennedys and Jasari Pluses, because, in his words, "I earned it." Still).

It looks like this:






I hope this doesn't make me one of those weapons-collecting dorks.* I don't think it does, because it is just one thing, and I got it to use it, not to just look at it on my wall. Plus, they told me in class that practicing sword forms with a stick really isn't as good as doing them with a real sword, so I was encouraged. So no dork jokes!



*If I was one, I wouldn't really be offended. I like weapons-collecting-dorks.