Filled with passion full of purpose

Filled with passion full of purpose

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

"Falling" into the season.

Spinning roundhouse kick. Second attempt. Somewhere in the middle, both feet lose the floor and my face finds it. The extremely loud slap/thud my body made when it connected to the mat was enough to silence the entire Dojo. The only noise that I could hear was a shocked inhalation of  breath one of my dojo mates made as she contemplated the seriousness of my injuries.  Seconds later as I uttered a breathless "I'm ok" and wiped the puddle labled "Annes pride" off the floor,  business continued on as usual in the Cheney dojo. I think people are getting used to the fact that I fall a lot.  I like to think to myself  that I fall a lot due to the idea that I am not afraid to take risks and thus occasionally lose my balance while attempting things that might be a little above my skill level. The truth: I am a klutz. Its genetic. I come from a long line of people who fall up (and down) stairs, trip over the lines of longitude and latitude, cut, burn, and generally hurt themselves. Did I ever mention that in grade three I managed to impale my foot with a toothpick? Right through my shoe into my foot. Now that takes talent!

On to sparring. After five weeks of respiratory problems, sparring is not easy.  I am still up for taking a few risks though. My combo: Jab, reverse punch, spinning roundhouse (did you think I was going to give up??), hook kick, and reverse roundhouse. Steps one, two and three went off without a hitch. Four took me off the mats onto my rear end. Yay me!! Hurray for the second fall of the night!  My sensei  did comment that he was impressed that I pulled off the combo as far as I did . My hook was actually in the vicinity of my opponents face.  So not so bad. 

Epic fail of the night, though, was when I punched the poor half yellow in the face. Not cool. Not cool at all. The worst part was that I could see  that I was going to connect a millisecond to late and by then there was nothing I could do. I was mortified! I felt so bad. After the hit, she looked so mad. Which made me want to let her win.... almost....

I have approximately 3 weeks until my first tournament.  Team kata, sparring, and regular kata.  Time to focus.

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