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Jan. 3rd, 2005 10:06 pmIt's been over two weeks since I've had a pakua class. I went to one tonight.
Goodness, how I missed it.
But the most important part for me was the instructor, Master Simon. Because he's a first degree black belt, and he's 43 years old, and he had the same problems with the 24 movements as I did. Which means that I'm not hopeless. Which means that they can deal with a stiff-muscled middle aged woman - I'm even doing better in a couple of respects because while he can run longer, I can do forward rolls.
It was a jolt of confidence, you know?
Goodness, how I missed it.
But the most important part for me was the instructor, Master Simon. Because he's a first degree black belt, and he's 43 years old, and he had the same problems with the 24 movements as I did. Which means that I'm not hopeless. Which means that they can deal with a stiff-muscled middle aged woman - I'm even doing better in a couple of respects because while he can run longer, I can do forward rolls.
It was a jolt of confidence, you know?
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Date: 2005-01-04 05:41 am (UTC)I know the feeling. :-)
But the most important part for me was the instructor, Master Simon. Because he's a first degree black belt, and he's 43 years old, and he had the same problems
One of my most inspiring instructors when I was a white belt was a 60something grandfather with worse arthritis than me and a bigger pot belly. I realized that if *he* could earn a black belt, I had *no* excuse not to try!
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Date: 2005-01-04 06:01 pm (UTC)Exactly. I've been feeling discouraged lately - the other people in my blue belt improvement classes are teenage boys. An exercise that they could do without effort left my knees and hips aching for a week. Seeing Master Simon reminded me that we're only judged against our own abilities and progress, not anyone else's. And I'm doing very well compared to how I was two years ago.