I showed up early for the kids class again based on a hint from Teacher. My observations got moved back to next week so he wants me to keep up with the kids so they can continue to keep comfortable with me as well as me being comfortable with them.
I wouldn’t say that I was doing very well with them, but neither was it horrible. I’m still using words that are too big and trying to describe concepts that are too much for most of them. Teacher also pointed out that I might be using a bit too much humor. It gives the really frisky kids permission to do the same.
Adult class was packed. 17 people! I wasn’t quite awake and feeling somewhat stressed about work and the kid’s class when Teacher announced that we’d be working on blocking kicks. If there’s anything that catches my attention it’s that. There is nothing in our compendium of exercises that causes so much soft tissue damage in a single event.
No one else seemed terribly concerned which I think is absurd, but it could because I don’t have any meat on my forearms where I need it for this type of work.
I got partnered with Dave for a low block/front snap kick combo. He let me kick first which I thought was nice, but I immediately developed swelling bruises over both sides of my ankles. After awhile I had to ask him to block farther up just so we could continue further. After we switched off it was my turned to block for which I totally had to get psyched up for. Of course within the first two kicks from Dave I could feel the bruises rising. So instead of the normally crappy, shallow breathing I do anyway, I was clamping my jaws shut trying to manage the pain.
After all the whole point here is to teach us that pain isn’t necessarily damage and we don’t have to retreat from it. Trying to get my brain around that fact is really tough though.
Man, did I sleep great. Total freaking exhaustion.