| Dear me my body’s broken. Ugh. This is what I get for not listening to my dad. Last week, I bruised my shoulder muscle then last night, I went to class and lo and behold we had punching/blocking day. 100 punches! 100 down blocks! Middle blocks! High blocks! Outside-in blocks! Oh and some more! Jumping back fist! Elbow strike! Then, when everyone couldn’t even hold their arms up, roundhouse kicks! Tornado kicks! Reverse side kicks! Jumping reverse side kicks! Needless to say, my body was sore and tired and my arm lacked any sort of feeling… at all. It just hung there, limp. After class, I wanted to do Sparring Class also. Warm ups? I was fine. Drills? I was NOT fine. Knee to chest jumping, front snap kicks and knee kicks 60 each. Have you ever gotten that feeling when you just cannot lift up your legs to even walk and sitting down hurts too much and you’re stuck standing there leaning on the wall gasping for breath only to realize that you’re sparring gear is on too tight and its stopping your oxygen from circulating and your head is starting to spin because you helmet is becoming a burden and your master is yelling at you to start on the next drill? It was sort of like that. Then after a little yelling on defense and offense, we spar! Somehow no girl went to class so I was left to spar with my brother. He’s way bigger than me by the way, and definitely weighs more. Anyway, so we start. All’s fairly well until I faked, he fell for it, I kicked, he kicked, we kicked at the same time but his foot got caught on my inner thigh and PAIN! I backed off, tested for an opening, got one and struck! Yey point! But I think he got mad because he threw kick after kick after kick and next thing I know I’m backed up in a corner, barely able to stop giving him points. Chris is yelling at me to get out of the corner, so I try and try and finally I see an opening and tried to run… then bang! I ran right into his knee… with my shoulder!!! I sort of lean over from the pain and then pushed BJ away with a side kick. Point. Round 1 done. Round 2 and 3 were of the same caliber. I score a few points but I get battered. His kicks are way stronger and even though I’m faster and am winning the points, his kicks were killing me and stealing my energy from blocking and oxygen from the impact. Although I won, I got owned. What’s more? Master Cheon was completely disappointed in my match. He said I wasn’t strategizing and was trying to fight his power with power when I should have used my speed. Ugh. I come home and my dad sees my battered body and specifically my black and blue shoulder… punishment? NO TKD FOR A WEEK! Ahh!!! So here I am, trying to go to sleep because I know I need it, but my mind is WIDE AWAKE. WIDE AWAKE… WIDE AWAKE… WIDE AWAKE… |
