Cockiness Gets You Nowhere

No, I’m not going to give you a whole life lesson on how being cocky is wrong or bad, blah blah blah.  I’m going to give you an example of the universe making sure  I know my place.

Last week my husband and younger daughter contracted a stomach bug (hereafter to be known as “the plague”).  I kept my distance, and let my husband, now recovered, take care of the little one to close the loop so to speak.

Yesterday I distinctly remember looking in the mirror while doing my hair and thinking that I was lucky and smart to have avoided the plague.

You can see what’s coming can’t you?

Last night I couldn’t sleep, I was uncomfortable with what I thought was menstrual cramps (which was part of it, thank you universe for the cosmic smack down), but I got up and went to the bathroom to be sick.  And pass out.

Already, less than 12 hours later I’m feeling better, thanks to some dry toast, water, and advil, but I have learned my lesson.  Until I forget and get cocky again.


Hot Stuff

Yesterday I did what I swore I would never do.

Bikram Yoga.

90 minutes, 26 postures, and profuse sweating.

I hate heat.  Hate.  It.  Saunas are not my friend, and I feel overheated if I stay in a hot tub for longer than 5 minutes.  Yet somehow, I found myself twisting myself into a pretzel in a 100 degree room.  I must be insane.  Want to know how it was?

It was torture, and afterward I felt better than I had in a long, long time.

Being a first timer, I was told my goal was to stay in the room.  I was instructed to sit or lie down if I felt dizzy or nauseated.  I made it through about 60 of the 90 minutes before I needed to take a break and lie down.  Then I just took things at a little slower pace and tried to finish up strong.  When class ended, I made it to the locker room and had to sit for a minute with my head hanging down between my knees to get the buzzing in my ears to stop.  After taking a shower and donning fresh clothes, I have to say I felt as though I had a really good massage. Relaxed and loose, I felt like I was rubbery and I felt like eating a bowl full of fresh melon and taking a nap.

This morning I woke up and felt every single muscle in my body from my head to my toes.  I think I discovered a few I never knew I had.  It’s a pleasant sore, one that tells me I had a good workout.  And it’s just enough to maybe get me back in the hot room to loosen myself back up.  I’ve been looking for something that would be a good supplement to Tae Kwon Do and I may have found it.  I can work on my balance, posture, focus, discipline, and relaxation in each 90 minute session.  Everything that I need to help me perform at my peak.  During the floor postures, I initially had a hard time sitting on my knees because it made my ankle hurt to put pressure on it in that position.  However, after the third attempt, I could do it with no discomfort whatsoever, and that effect seems to have carried into today.  Bonus!

What I find amazing is that my MIL has been doing Bikram Yoga for months.  She took up a 30 day challenge recently and she’s currently on her 23rd day in a row I think.  Her body shape has totally changed for the better.  She looks amazing and she said that she hasn’t looked this good in….well, ever.

I was able to score an 8 day unlimited trial for $25, but I’m not sure I foresee myself signing up for anything more, for financial reasons.  Yet, like the instructorship program, this might be something I enjoy enough to figure out a way to make it work.

RIP Starbucks?

As my training is progressing, Grandmaster has routinely put me in more and more situations where I am helping teach or train newer students.  I always suspected he was grooming me to be an instructor, but now I know for sure.  I have been officially invited to join their instructorship program.

While this is a huge honor, and 8 months after that original post, I finally feel as though I want to be an instructor, and I think I would be a good one, I’m not sure we can swing it.   It costs money and that is in increasingly short supply lately.   It’s not a huge amount in the scheme of things, but still a possible hardship.  Quitting my daily Starbucks would probably free up some of the cost for the year.  My husband and I are going to go through our finances and see if there is anything we can give up to make it work.  I’m thinking subscriptions, both print and online, and I’m sure there are a few other things we could find as well.

The timing couldn’t be worse as we just had to buy another car because my husbands 15 year old car finally decided it had enough.  Even though we bought used, we still financed.  After the down payment on that and signing up for the local pool (for my kids, especially my 10 yo, the swimmer), our tax return has already been spent.  TKD seems to have a detrimental effect on the credit limit on our credit cards.  It seems like there is always something to pay for (tests, seminars, equipment the kids have outgrown, uniforms they have outgrown).  When talking to Grandmaster about the cost and what the time committment would be, my husband was ready (as always) with the automatic “Thanks, but no thanks”.  Whereas it is something I am interested enough in to think “Wait a minute, I can make some sacrifices”.  Hell, I already gave up the acrylic nails and my pedicures, I can give up some of my other non-essentials for this opportunity.

We need to give an answer in about a week, so I better get crackin’ on those finances.

Does This Mean I Kicked My Own Ass?

After class on Tuesday we did more hip flexor exercises.  EXTREMELY slow bicycles this time.  I couldn’t get through them all without resting, and we are only allowed to rest for a count of two.  Yesterday I could barely walk I was so damn sore.  Not only are my hips sore, but my ass hurts as well.  That’s fun.

More troubling is the weird pinchy/ouchy feeling in my left shoulder.  We did one exercise where we lower our upper body when extending the legs (can’t remember the name of those), and I think all the reverse “pushing” didn’t agree with my whiny joints.  I’m trying to tell it to shut up, but I don’t think it’s listening.

I Think My Instructor is Trying to Break Us

The soreness in my back and shoulders had nearly subsided by Monday night.  I no longer felt as if someone had punched me between the shoulder blades.  When, nearing the end of class, our instructor decided that speed drills were in order.  30 front kicks, both left and right, and 30 side kicks, both left and right.  That’s 30 on each side, no resting.  Basically kick, bring your leg back and let your foot touch the floor and kick again.  By around #23 or so it was getting difficult to even lift my leg to kick.  We thought we were going to finish off our class with the usual situps and pushups, but no, she had a surprise for us.  We did slow (S….L….O…W) scissor kicks lying on our backs, then bicycles, then some other weird ab thing, then hip lifts with our feet straight in the air.  After my abs nearly started spasming, and my clicky hip protesting, we flip over for push ups.  Good, good, I can do those no problem.  Except they weren’t the usual pushups, oh no.  We were to go down for a slow 4 count, then push up for a slow 4 count, four times (harder than it sounds), then do a quick four.  After a quick rest, we do it again.   And once again after that.

Suffice it to say  not only did I sleep fantastic that night, but I was sore as hell the next morning.

I May Have Just Achieved Furniture Breaking Rank

Was practicing my next nomination sequence and kick requirements in the small amount of floor space I have in the dining room/living room area.  Was doing a front kick/360 kick combo and solidly landed the kick on the top frame of my couch, which is at about hip height.

Good to know I can defend myself if my furniture decides to go rogue.