But here is something that is fun: I have recently come under the impression that now is the time for me to pursue things that I always wanted to pursue but could not. We all have those things that we wanted to do really bad when we were younger but Mom and Dad said no (but not like drugs or anything). To answer this impression about a month ago I decided that I wanted to start taking Karate lessons. I shopped around for a little while and decided that it was too expensive at the places I wanted to take it, and the more affordable places didn't have programs that really impressed me that much. So I bagged it. But then a week or 2 later I decided again to do it and I called the dojo that I wanted to study at and told them I wanted to start. Last Thursday was my 2 week mark and I absolutely love it.
I am studying at a place called United Studios of Self Defense. They claim to teach the the ancient art of Shaolin Kung Fu as taught by the Shaolin Monks of China. They also like trees.
Yesterday I tested for my yellow belt. The test was not exactly what I thought it was going to be. For the test I needed to know certain maneuvers and a few other things. But the test ended up being way more than just a simple display of what I had learned. It was also a test of endurance, self-control, and discipline. It lasted around 2 hours (and I am told that was actually a shorter than normal test) and it was balls to the wall the whole time. It was awesome. But today I feel like I was hit by a truck. I figured out how many push-ups I did yesterday (among other things) and I came to about 170. That may not be a lot for some people but for me it is a whole lot. Normally in a day if I do push ups I do about 25. However, I passed my test and I am now officially a Yellow Belt, or in cooler terms I am a 5th Rokkyu.
Some day this will be me:
