Looks Like I'm Back to This Blog!
As mentioned in the last post, I keep coming back to this blog, probably because it is so apropos! (Ain't that sad...) I'm closer to starting to think about trying to run/lumber. Rumber. That's what I'll call it. I'm wearing the purple Nike running shoes I bought myself for Christmas. I keep hoping my feet will bask in the mojo of the purple NIke shoe and convince my body that it's already run at least a half marathon. Alas, no pedosmosis.
Also as stated before, it is great to be in Taekwondo. I accomplished a goal. I actually kicked someone in the head! Seriously! Does it matter that it was a 4 foot tall 8 year old? NOT TO ME!!! Seriously, I actually have kicked someone in the head. It was about a year and a half ago. Jadyn was sparring this bigger kid who was lower ranked, so like a good high rank, he was sparring at the other kid's level. Still, Jadyn was scoring points on him, and the bigger kid got mad and started bull-rushing Jadyn into the wall rather than sparring. After the third time, my cub's head was hurting, and this momma bear was not happy! The instructor said, "Break" and then switched up sparring partners. He put me with the bully. The kid was taller than I am, but when we bowed and shook hand, his eyes were as big as platters. Good. It's wise to respect and even fear a mother bear whose cub you just flung repeatedly against a tree! However, I practiced my best self-control as we sparred. A Klingon proverb kept running through my mind: Vengeance is a dish best served cold. The more I sparred, the less I needed vengeance. My cub was feeling better and was doing well against another sparring partner who actually SPARRED him instead of acting like a battering ram. So, I had fun. The more self-control I had, the more scared he became. I thought that white uniform was going to turn all shades of golden brown at any moment. But I kept sparring, even giving him some pointers on how to block effectively. "Yes ma'am," he would say, shakily I might add. I told him over and over to keep his guard hand up. I pointed out how and where he was leaving himself vulnerable. I tried; I REALLY tried. Then, in a move I don't think I ever have connected on again, I caught him right upside the head with an outer crescent kick! As I helped him up off the mat, I said, "Told you to keep your guard hand up." "BREAK!" Sweet...
While I am glad about Taekwondo, I need to Rumber. I've been wearing the shoes. I've mentioned it to people. Apparently I don't feel the need to be accountable, so I can guess I can write it on this blog and publish for the whole world to read if they so choose. Then, if anyone asks if I've started to "rumber", I'll just look at them like they've sprouted a unicorn horn right out of their head and respond, "Seriously?". So, another tactic had to be chosen. I bought Jadyn some running shoes (back to that in a moment) because a financial investment usually motivates me. Since his surgery in November to remove the two tarsal coalitions in his left foot, he has been learning what it's like to actually have lateral movement in his left foot. (Yes, I know I split an infinitive. It's a MYTH that it's incorrect! Check out the Oxford English Dictionary!!!) Now it's time for Jadyn to get used to running by landing on his midfoot or the balls of his feet. Last year in football, Jadyn would run on the balls of his right foot but his left foot would land flat on the ground like a brick. He looked like half a Herman Munster! So, I bought him some new shoes A SIZE 10!!!!! pause....breathe... So, I bought him some new shoes and told him that we would run together.
This evening, we went outside after supper to try out the new shoes. They were awesome!!!!! He still needs to practice his sprints but his form already looks better.
Me? I used my iPhone to time him. My right thumb really got a workout, I tell ya!
Also as stated before, it is great to be in Taekwondo. I accomplished a goal. I actually kicked someone in the head! Seriously! Does it matter that it was a 4 foot tall 8 year old? NOT TO ME!!! Seriously, I actually have kicked someone in the head. It was about a year and a half ago. Jadyn was sparring this bigger kid who was lower ranked, so like a good high rank, he was sparring at the other kid's level. Still, Jadyn was scoring points on him, and the bigger kid got mad and started bull-rushing Jadyn into the wall rather than sparring. After the third time, my cub's head was hurting, and this momma bear was not happy! The instructor said, "Break" and then switched up sparring partners. He put me with the bully. The kid was taller than I am, but when we bowed and shook hand, his eyes were as big as platters. Good. It's wise to respect and even fear a mother bear whose cub you just flung repeatedly against a tree! However, I practiced my best self-control as we sparred. A Klingon proverb kept running through my mind: Vengeance is a dish best served cold. The more I sparred, the less I needed vengeance. My cub was feeling better and was doing well against another sparring partner who actually SPARRED him instead of acting like a battering ram. So, I had fun. The more self-control I had, the more scared he became. I thought that white uniform was going to turn all shades of golden brown at any moment. But I kept sparring, even giving him some pointers on how to block effectively. "Yes ma'am," he would say, shakily I might add. I told him over and over to keep his guard hand up. I pointed out how and where he was leaving himself vulnerable. I tried; I REALLY tried. Then, in a move I don't think I ever have connected on again, I caught him right upside the head with an outer crescent kick! As I helped him up off the mat, I said, "Told you to keep your guard hand up." "BREAK!" Sweet...
While I am glad about Taekwondo, I need to Rumber. I've been wearing the shoes. I've mentioned it to people. Apparently I don't feel the need to be accountable, so I can guess I can write it on this blog and publish for the whole world to read if they so choose. Then, if anyone asks if I've started to "rumber", I'll just look at them like they've sprouted a unicorn horn right out of their head and respond, "Seriously?". So, another tactic had to be chosen. I bought Jadyn some running shoes (back to that in a moment) because a financial investment usually motivates me. Since his surgery in November to remove the two tarsal coalitions in his left foot, he has been learning what it's like to actually have lateral movement in his left foot. (Yes, I know I split an infinitive. It's a MYTH that it's incorrect! Check out the Oxford English Dictionary!!!) Now it's time for Jadyn to get used to running by landing on his midfoot or the balls of his feet. Last year in football, Jadyn would run on the balls of his right foot but his left foot would land flat on the ground like a brick. He looked like half a Herman Munster! So, I bought him some new shoes A SIZE 10!!!!! pause....breathe... So, I bought him some new shoes and told him that we would run together.
This evening, we went outside after supper to try out the new shoes. They were awesome!!!!! He still needs to practice his sprints but his form already looks better.
Me? I used my iPhone to time him. My right thumb really got a workout, I tell ya!
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