Wo! First Taekwon Do training back!! I feel pretty good, considering I haven’t done TKD since DECEMBER (gasp!)
(HOW did I not kill anyone over the Christmas period without my punch-therapy??)
Because I’m a 5th gup I know 5 patterns… with 19-38 movements in each pattern. Dudes? That’s a LOT to remember. I was sitting on the side waiting for the junior class to finish all: “Hm. Maybe I should, I dunno, run through them a couple of times.”
So I did, and no joke, I got stuck on the second movement, of the second pattern, and I’m all “Oh shoot. This class is not going to end well.”
Then one of the black belts alerted me to the fact that I seem to have forgotten how to punch. Also? The correct length for our most basic stance.
Excuse me while I sit here and blush, for a little while.
So yeah. It was a bit of a rough one, but fun. I forgot how much I love doing it.
And, I decided to start this year the way I mean to go on, by being serious, and paying attention in class, but making a real effort to be more friendly to everyone. I’m not very good at walking myself into group situations and starting a conversation, so it’s something I’m really really going to have to work on. I don’t want to be “that weird quiet chick who always shows up and hangs out in corners” for the rest of my life!!
(Not that I’ve ever been called that.)
(To my knowledge.)
Other things I did today: I brought The Dress (ie. My one clothing splash out for this half of the year) and a hat! And some cheap nailpolish, to go with the dress.
I also had lunch with Louise and, conversationally: the worst open chicken sandwich ever. For starters? It wasn’t open. There were two bits of bread arranged in a closed sandwich formation. I considered sending it back, and demanding they rearrange it to better reflect the wording on the menu.
Then I had a date-like-event with a psych-student/DJ/running/snowboarding/territorial army dude. He was nice. I’m not sure he was into me, so I think I’ll just leave it until/ if he calls me. I did send him a text to thank him for a good time, though, because I am polite, and charming, and am apparently a closet Ms. Manners.
I modeled the hat at the end of the date-like-event, because the dude was all “I don’t understand what you are prattling on about fedoras for, crazy lady” and he was all “Oh. So it’s a mans hat.” And I was all “What? No! It’s an adorable FEMALE hat. It’s girly!”
So in conclusion, I hope it’s not too manish.
This is why I try to avoid going shopping without one of my proven shopping associates. Louise would have looked at it and said “No, don’t buy it, it’s manish” or “Yes, buy it, because it’s an adorably female version of maleness!”
(I’m lying, Louise would have never said that. She would have just said “Yes, it’s cute.” I’m projecting!)
Hmm. Remember that time where I said: “I feel pretty damn good” right back at the beginning of this post? Yeah, I’d like to change that, because I just attempted to sit cross-legged on my bed and my hips were all “Excuse me? Oh no you Di’int.”