Holy crap, the test for advanced-yellow-belt (Taekwondo Club) is way
harder than the one to move up to yellow belt! Man, I'm going to be feeling it for days.
And I know I did so many things wrong! Allow me to elaborate at great length ALSK;SKJD.
I'm still way too inflexible so I have trouble turning my hip over completely to get a properly formed round kick; especially
embarrassing when I'm instructed to do a high roundkick to the face and it still ends up being belt level. (Injuries over the past months which have further damaged my flexibility have not helped
.) I'm way out of shape so I was dying 5-10 minutes into the test, (unlike normal class, which has natural little breaks for instruction, etc., the test is just GO - GO - GO) and it affected everything onward from the attacking demonstration. Speaking of, I need to whinge about that for a second.
ARGH I was totally crap and unimaginative during the attacking and counterattacking demos, way too much roundkick and fastkick, too many single moves, kept forgetting to include combos and slides and steps and checks, too tentative with ax-kick because I was sure I would hit my blackbelt partner in the unprotected face, (HAH like I can even get my freaking leg up that high, silly me!), my back-kick was gawky and kept glancing off my partner's chest-protector, waaaahhhhhh (WHINGE WHINGE WHINGE).
Oh, and I just had to fall on my ass (OK more like my side) for the first time ever
during the belt test.
I was moving forward with one leg coming up for a round kick, and my back leg kind of just - followed and slipped and BAM; I'm glad the floors are so padded and I hopped right up but oh my god so embarrassing! I could just imagine the blackbelts thinking, fwahaha, n00b. Not that they would, because they're pretty awesome and supportive, but urrrgh.
And the sparring portion, oh Christ, I should just skip it, I've already unloaded too much of my self-pity. BUT NO, I WILL TYPE ON. Definitely need more practice at sparring (total understatement
). It was completely
obvious how amateur we were when it was two yellowbelts sparring each other because we kept running into each other and the people behind us in the course of attacking too vigorously and not knowing how to back off when we got too close together or close the distance when we were too far apart. Also, by that time I was so tired that I sometimes couldn't muster the energy to move as I should. It would be like, "Oh, there is her leg coming, it is lifting, I see it, hm, now is the point at which I should be sliding or stepping back out of range - " and then it would hit me in the side and I would attempt a feeble counterkick.
Sighhhhhh. At least I'm good at the kiap (Spirit Yell, like when you think of "HIYAH!" except mine is more just "HAH!"). (sulk, sulk, sulk.)
OK, so I'm sure I did plenty of things just fine, and I was trying my best, so they're obviously not going to laugh me out of the club with a big FAIL stamped on my forehead, but I'm not sure I'll actually pass on to advanced yellow, which is a bit depressing. I'll know in a week or so, I think.
After being beat up at my own test, though, it was kind of fun, commiserating (moaning about how much we sucked) with the other yellow-belt girls - found out that one of the girls is actually all of 14 years old (0_0) and the other is getting married this summer; she's a doctoral student, I think - and watching the higher belts test, which was much
more impressive and hardcore than our test. It was fun cheering on this really nice middle-aged redbelt (only red who was testing); poor man was so exhausted
by the time he got to the sparring demonstration, which is even more intense than the rest of it (he had to spar with three different blackbelts in a row, OMG! With them actually trying instead of just being like test-dummies like they were for us!) I felt stupid for feeling so tired myself. One poor blackbelt who was partnering in a sparring test got kicked in the neck and then the crotch/groin area by a slightly overenthusiastic and control-needing advanced-yellow guy, and went down,
which was not, actually, funny to watch.
Ack, I'm not really still as upset as I probably sound, it's just kind of embarrassing and frustrating to think about it all again. Okay, OKAY
. Enough Taekwondo! Random notes follow!
So I've been over the moon with all of the awesome Dean/Castiel fic that has been coming up lately, (most are tagged in my delicious bookmarks) and I'm gleeful about the epics that several people seem to be making good progress on (to be posted when finished, I assume), and Big Bang coming up and everything. It kind of seems like there's actually more activity than when the season was on! Which is understandable, I guess, and makes me happeeee.
Fingers crossed for a sixth season (rumors abound!) even though I know it's way too early and that it would be a terrible idea if Kripke doesn't stay signed on.
What I can't
get squee-ful about, which is disappointing, is all the excitement about the recent convention(s?). This is not because it wasn't awesome, (I'm sure!), or that other peoples' squee is not delightful to read (which it totally is!), but because I've been much too squeamish and embarrassment-squicky about following it too closely, particularly the vids. Especially
all of the stuff about Misha (awesome, adorable man that he is!) being a totally insane, hilarious enabler. It is just too much! I can't deal with it! Self, what is wrong with you!
's writing and gratuitous pimping at her journal got me to read American Idol fic again
, and google and devour specific performances. ;_; I thought, "The first
time, last season, was just a fluke, I never even watch AI, it must've just been the excessive awesome and cute that were Davids Cook and Archuleta, such a thing will never happen again." The lies
I tell myself, the dirty lies
! How fucking awesome
is Adam Lambert? Those pipes, that theatricality! How freaking cute
is Kris Allen? OMG. (dies)