It felt like the worst class I've attended so far. I was wide awake and feeling fairly limber, but it was basics day and that meant at some point I would be jumping.
To warm up Keith started running me through the 18 combos I apparently need to know for either my test or just in general. We got through 15 of them, to which I would say none of them looked very good. It's not like they were overly difficult, but they were new to me and consequently the details were shabby. Also trying to understand the long sentences turned out to be next to impossible.
After forty minutes of that mess, Keith switched to kicks. I'm not going to go into detail about what I did and didn't get accomplished, but it was horrifying in my minds eye. We got up to spinning, jumping kicks. The horror.
Since last week I've been trying to practice the spinning, jumping back kick (E dan dwi cha gi). To get used to the dynamic of it, I set a pillow on the back of a low chair so I could target and force my foot up farther. In this case, thigh height. I was hoping to look smoother and was rewarded with bad balance and bad targeting combined with no height. Sigh. This was repeated through most of the kicks. I saw a little light in a few spots, but not much else.
A moment of note - when we were doing the kicking drills I suddenly didn't feel good. I had to ask to stop for a moment. I'd completely gassed myself. I actually felt faint, but didn't necessarily need air. I mean, I wasn't huffing and puffing and gulping air. So who knows. I might not have had enough food yesterday?
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