Last fall, my family joined the TaeKwonDo dojang down the block. My first week I nearly passed out and could do maybe a half of a push up. I cried that I didn't want to go anymore. But my husband reminded me that is was me who joined everyone up. I'm also figured I paid for the first month, always wanted to try the martial arts, so I've got to go because I'll never have this chance again. Six months later, I can do about 20 push ups comfortably, stretch my legs so that my head can touch the floor, and I can make it through a class without passing out.
I'm a gold belt. You start out as a no belt. This surprised me. I thought you start with the white belt but know it's a no belt. Before I thought I'd be happy with just a green belt but now I think I want to go all the way to a black belt.
So today was elite fitness, one of the most difficult classes. My hubby was sick and the little one didn't want to go. Emily didn't want to go either but she went because I asked her. Of course I didn't want to go but because of the two blizzards I've only been to one class in 2 weeks. Apparently no one else wanted to go because it was just 3 of us. We made it through and moving on .... I'm glad though I think it will keep me in shape for the running I'm suppose to start tomorrow. Weirdly enough I'm nervous about it.
No comments:
Post a Comment