I've finally kept a promise I made to myself, and started Tae Kwon Do classes with my son. It's really great because I get to be in his class with him, and I get 2 hours of (badly needed) exercise a week. He's been in class for the better part of a year, so he's considerably more advanced than I am. I'm barely 4 classes in, and still struggle to know basic moves and stances (let alone the Korean commands and responses). The bonus is that, as long as he can be patient with me, I've got a great at-home tutor. I'm certainly a slow learner, and have generally lacked grace my entire life (a primary reason why my mom started me in competitive swimming when I was little... she knew she had to give me a sport where I was less likely to hurt myself or anyone else).
Tonight we had a particularly rough workout and I got a serious wake-up call. Our instructor ran out of things to have us do, and I heard him mutter "What to do? What to do...." I should have known right there that whatever it was, it wasn't going to be pretty. :) We wound up having to do nasty old Army exercises to the point that I literally left a puddle of sweat on the floor - and could barely stand up afterward. Awesome. :P
After class, as we were leaving the building, my son exuded "Wow dad, I love when we get to do those! When we're done, I just feel so strong!" I couldn't help but to (pant) my pathetic response "Strong? Dude, it was all I could do not to puke all over the floor." Of course he loved that!
Hopefully I'll be able to walk again by the next class. It's brutally obvious that I need this even more than I even realized. :)
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