Yes, we had our green belt exam yesterday. And since we’re all now wearing green belts, it appears as though we passed. You’ll note Kyra looks less than enthused. The exam was tiring and all she wanted to do was go home. I look a little dazed. Andrew, I think, is contemplating sparring (which he gets to do now that he’s a green belt).
I’m glad the only item on the agenda today is a play with my mom. And a little writing. And some laundry. Okay, so that’s more than one thing on the agenda. I’m going to quit now, before I add even more items.
We took the plunge this week and signed up for karate–all of us. Well, three of us so far (we may have to drag Bob to class kicking and screaming, but we’ll get him there).
Andrew took some karate when he was five or so. We stopped for various reasons (the school closed, he started other activities, and so on). But recently, he’s wanted to get back into it. Kyra’s wanted to try it. And–little known fact–I took tae kwon do for about four years when I was in college.
So today we all earned our white belts. Kyra was so excited she was quivering. But wow. I haven’t done so many round kicks in … twenty years. (Gah. Yes. I did the math on that one then immediately wished I hadn’t.)
Our instructor says that for me and Andrew it might actually be harder initially because of muscle memory. We know how to do the moves with precision and power and wear ourselves out faster.
Uh, yeah. He’s right. At least in my case.
In non-kicking news, Andrew got an A- on his paper (a comma splice, a few misspellings–it runs in the family). But the teacher’s comment was:
You have a great writing voice!
Sniff. I’m so proud.