I haven't written much lately about the evolving routine of my kickboxing classes at Tiger Schulman. It's not that I don't adore the ritual and discipline of these sessions--I do--it's because my work routine has eaten into the number of classes that I can participate in. The headquarters for Tiger Schulman's gym is in Manhattan. This branch offers the broadest alternatives for adult courses in basic core, kickboxing, bag training and grappling. Before I assumed my new job assignment in Connecticut in April, I was hitting Tiger's an average of five hours a week. I was evolving my training at a quick clip. I quickly moved up a belt. I started training to test for my next belt.
And then I started working in Connecticut four days a week.
It became a question of priorities and I soon realized that kickboxing, along with my new job in Connecticut, were both priorities for me. I feel a strange pleasurable passion for both occupations but I was challenged to figure out how they would co-exist. I've tried to carve out whatever time I can in the week to spirit off to Tiger's for a few hours to pound a kicking shield and whale away at a bag with a jab-cross-hook combination. I added a two hour power session every Saturday morning which leaves me exhausted, exhilarated and renewed.
I did test for my next belt a few months back and passed. Yet because my schedule became so erratic, they withheld awarding me my next belt. The emphasis on discipline is very serious in this world, so I understood why I was denied this just because I passed my tests. Awarding a belt is part of a formal ritual which takes part in front of your class. You must earn it.
Today, after a two hour sweat fest of round kicks and punching combinations, defensive holds and swinging back kicks I received my next belt in front of my assembled class. It was totally unexpected and an incredible joy. I squealed when they called my name and yeah, shit, I think I skipped up to the Joshu for the belt ritual. I am such a geek.
Really people, it takes so little to make me happy.
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5 comments:
Honey, you more than earned this one.
Congratulations, CW! No wonder you're not afraid of the SP.
Congratulations! You are no geek. Now, if you'd like to debate this, let me warn you that I squealed with glee and swirled around the ice each time I acheived a new level and got a new ribbon for figure skating. It's important to note that I did not take up figure skating until I was 25.
Ice skating? Now that's serious shit, Jen! I am not worthy!!
Chicken, I'd say your shit is a little more serious. You could kick someone's ass if you needed to! Best I could do is maybe jab at them with a toepick.
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