Tonight in kung fu class, I paid the price for my spotty attendance over the last two months. Here’s how the class went:
- Salute in.
- Horse set number 4 to warm-up.
- Long arm drills with daggers. (x2)
- Elephant Hand set with daggers. (x8)
- Animal set one. (x3)
- Animal set two — the one we’re working on.
All of that took about 30 minutes. My face was lobster red and I was covered in sweat, breathing with my mouth instead of my nose, and generally feeling exhausted. Pretty normal. I’m generally sweating up a storm by the end of the first warm-up set — you can always push yourself on those sets, and sweat is your reward.
But then, instead of moving into body conditioning, we switched to kicking drills. Oh, god, do I hate kicking drills. Especially… jumping kicking drills. *shudder* Boy, did I suck at those! In between sets, I had to kneel down and try to make the room stop spinning.
Which is when we switched to jumping spinning kicking drills.
Let’s just say I survived class with my body, but not my pride.
After our final salute out, I stayed for instructor’s class. I’ve made it to about ten of twelve classes so far, and I’m really enjoying them and learning a lot. Trouble is, on nights like tonight, my body and hands were shaking so bad that I could barely take notes. Seriously, my hands had the manual dexterity of plump sausages taped to the end of a ruler.
The lesson here? Get to class more often. I’m home now. I’ve showered and had a snack, and my hands are still shaking as I type this. Gotta love it. :)