It’s funny, but no matter how much I do kung fu, I always seem to be finding new and creative ways to make all of my muscles hate me and constantly whine. You’d think by now they’d be used to it and just have gotten over the whole soreness thing. But maybe it’s a sign that I’m doing something right and continuing to compete with myself and constantly push.
I remember once upon a time, I went home when class officially ended. Lately I’ve been staying an extra 30-60 minutes since I’m trying to learn sword. Among other things. There’s always another thing to add on.
I was tempted to crap out and go home early tonight. I finished learning Tiger form, which involved learning two entire rows in one night. I thought my brain was going to melt trying to remember everything, and my muscles were all feeling melty as well. Since apparently a flying crescent kick is just the devil, and there’s two of them in that form. And I’m rotten at them so I keep doing it over, and over, and over.
But I kept going. Because I refused to let myself win. Or maybe let myself lose. Or both. It’s a weird thing, when you’re competing against only yourself. But I guess it works for me, since the only sport I was ever good at (weightlifting) has the same sort of self-competition.
I hope to practice Tiger more tomorrow. I also hope to do so without gathering a group of staring, creepy neighborhood children, which has been happening with distressing regularity now that school is out.
Parents, please, if there’s a strange lady out in the grassy common area doing spinny kicks, be kind and tell your children to just leave her alone. Because she’s probably mentally imbalanced anyway.
On a completely unrelated note, I’m trying to decide what my second Spec Tech post should be about. I’m kind of leaning toward writing about tuff formations (such as the Bandelier Tuff), since it’s an awesome example of how civilizations use local geology to their advantage. But if anyone’s got any cool ideas, throw them at me.
