my triumphant return to shotokan

oh dear dear karate-do, my how i have missed you.
the soreness you leave in those muscles i forgot existed.
the bruises you imprint on my shins and forearms.
the lactic acid you help build up in my quads after mere minutes of horse stance.
the havoc wreaked on my bare feet, callouses forming under my big toes, bunions bulging.
my brain works hard to pluck the finely choreographed kata sequences from its long term memory storage....but my limbs remember the moves, like an ingrained dance routine.
my expanding waist line and flabby belly are thanking your triumphant return to my body's regimen.
domo arigato.
yame.