(just found this in my drafts... originally written in May, 2011)
I miss it. I really miss training in Tang Soo Do. Yes, I have a tiny kids class that meets weekly, but, that is not really training. That is parenting. Anyway, I just have one more class of those Tiny Terrors --oops, I mean Tiny Tigers. I need an adult class. I miss lining up by rank. I miss being yelled at to lower my stance. I miss having my finger position corrected. I miss it. I miss being called "Ma'am" and "Ms Flaum." I miss the teamwork working for a common goal with a group. A few weeks ago, the Masters Clinic was held in Alabama. I was just looking at the photos of the Master Candidate Class and I realize that I outrank about half of the group. Kind of pisses me off that those that I instructed will be master rank before me. Some of my students will probably test before me as well. I have not trained, honestly, since June 2006. Now, when I try to train, I pee in my pants (thank you, childbirth). I also cannot remember my hyung. I have no idea how the new sword forms go. I cannot recall all 30 one-steps. But, I do know the second verse to "make new friends..."
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