Friday, August 15, 2008

I Think I Can, I Think I Can....

My new counter has me feeling like the little engine that could. I was about 2 seconds away from nipping the Fund Run in the bud in order to concentrate on the tournament, but I thought about it and decided that I can do both....Right??
If I can keep my legs healthy, the running will help with my TKD training.

That is the question of the hour though. Can I keep my legs healthy??

I think I can, I think I can.....

Monday, August 11, 2008

Birthday Bliss....

My biggun turned 12 this weekend. I honestly think that it's the first party that I "enjoyed," because I didn't freak out over the details. Usually, I'm running around trying to make sure that everything is perfect...I get cranky, Ryan get's cranky and it's just not that much fun for any of us. In all honesty J could give 2 flips about "perfection" and neither could the guests.

Kind of ironic how imperfection can be perfect. I think I'm learning.

Friday, August 1, 2008

Doing the Yellow Belt Happy Dance..

Well I don't technically have it, but I DID pass my test! My TKD hero realized, after already telling me that I was testing, that he didn't have a belt for me. He actually asked me if I wanted to wait for the belt to come in before he tested me! I couldn't say, "Hell no! Are you crazy?" fast enough.

I spent the entire class knowing that he was watching me, and if you can believe it after my last testing experience, I wasn't nervous in the least! He pulled me aside at the end of class to do one steps, a couple of combinations and my last two forms. The hardest part was trying to hide the pain on my face, caused by a strained calf, that I've been struggling with for a week now. I wasn't about to allow a gimp leg get in the way of my belt!

Yes, I strained my GOOD leg. Now I have no good leg. I have a sore leg, and a less sore leg. I've learned from my fellow "old folgy" comrades... all three of them, that unlike the young folks, it's normal to hurt on a regular basis.

I do have to say that I was flattered beyond belief when they asked how old I was. One had guessed 26, the other 28. The third guy knew me before TKD, so he laughed right along with me, at their shocked expressions, when I told them I was 34.

I mean come on people! J is 12 next week, so I would have had to been 12 when I gave birth, to be 26!

Then one of them said," J is 12??!!" The other said,"He's your kid?? I thought he was your little brother!" I do have to admitt that I act like a big kid with him most of the time. He's my wittle buddy. The fact that he calls me "mom", must have been lost upon my old folgy friend, who is all of 38 himself.

What can I say, I suppose we both look young. He was accused of being 9 at the Ear Doctor's office, by the new nurse, a couple of weeks ago. He HATES it. You should have seen his face, when she asked him if he wanted some stickers! He'll love it when he's 34, I promise.

So with the help of all the flattery, and my new belt rank I was on cloud nine leaving class last night, gimp legs and all.

I did feel a little empty inside when I didn't have my belt to put around my waist, but I got over it quickly. It's just a symbol right?? I don't need anyone else to see a Yellow-belt around my waste for me to be filled with pride. I don't have anything to prove to anyone but myself.

Now I just have to learn another form before the end of September, and correct my foot position on my side kick. Patience is not my forte... can ya tell?