Out of synch

Last week was filled with preparations for graduation.   For me, that was more of a mental exercise than a physical one.  I went over my form multiple times, but I did not go over it in a fashion that created heavy breathing and copious amounts of sweat.  Fast forward to today’s class.  Mrs M said we were going to have some fun.  Yeah, right.  First was the mental exertion of trying to learn something new.  Next, because I don’t have an in-shape body yet, I de-conditioned really fast.  Last, there is the whole coordination thing.  Once upon a time I was a decent dancer – nothing to write home about, but I usually did not fall on stage or cause anyone else to fall, either.  Well, tonight we were to use this new combination of moves on the Wavemasters.

This is not a small piece of equipment.  Fully extended it stands well above my head.  It is as big around or bigger than I am.  The first time I did the combination, I managed to make contact with the bag with my 2 punches, but totally missed the bag with my kick. It was not pretty.   By the end of class I was making contact with all , but I sincerely doubt that any adversary that I come up against has much to fear from me.  The final thing to do in the class was to “practice” on a live human.  We were to do it slowly and not make contact (not that my partner had to work to hard to avoid anything that I did).  The great part was that I finally understood what body parts I was aiming for and what the purpose of each punch and block was.  The final move is to do a double step back up and yell.  I looked at my partner for the class – a black belt who is in the Army – and told him I would not be standing around yelling at someone who was trying to hit me.  Mr. C grinned at me and said “You are from the Kick ‘Em in the N@%ts and Run School, arent’ you?” My response – “Whatever gets the job done, sir!”

Was that a question?

We are getting down to the wire.  I need to get my stripes if I am going to graduate to my next belt on the 17th.  I can’t believe I just wrote that.  When I started this I was not even sure I was going to be able to keep up, let alone even dream about graduating to a new belt.  But I am! So I had to get to class tonight.  Little Bear had a sleep over to go to and Bear needed to get to Open Floor to make up classes that he missed with this nasty bug that is going around.  I tried to explain to him today about timing, but he his brain is not functioning and he did not realize that if I took her I would not be able to make either open floor OR my regular class.  I got there 15 minutes into the class.  I sat down in the parents’ area and watched as Baby Bear did her stuff. She just missed getting her second stripe – she was SO close.  Mrs. M looked over and asked why I was not out there on the floor.  I just told her I was too late to interrupt the class.  She said she wanted me out on the floor after class.  Oh boy – that means me alone with no one else out there and a bunch of onlookers standing around.  Not my favorite place to be.

The class bowed out and I went out onto the floor.  She wanted to see my form.  I did all the moves, and I did them pretty well, but I was less than powerful.  Wimpy is a word that comes to mind.  And the 2 knife-hand strikes that are to be accompanied by Kihaps?  Well, her first question to me after I completed the form was “Were you asking a question with your Kihap?”  OK, so she had a point.  I need to dig deep inside and find some power and self-confidence and transmit it with my moves and with my Kihap.

But I got my first stripe!