Holy crap, is it time to test for my red belt already? Yeah, I guess so. Tomorrow we find out if I can cut it! (Spoiler: Yes, I can cut it. In half. With my freakin' hand. Or foot.) As to whether I can pass the whole test or not, I dunno. Technique feels okay, if a little unbalanced, but that's always been my problem. I can pack a bunch of grace into stumbling around and it might look okay, but the fact remains, I'm slowly falling down. Yes, I can recover from all sorts of trips, but I should probably stop tripping to begin with.
My forms, I think I've got pretty well covered, though they're sort of the hardest to judge when they're ready. Like a batch of whup-ass cookies, there's no perfect time to leave them in the oven. Of course, I can always improve my execution of a form, and that's where my metaphor goes to shit.
Luckily for me, Ash is a hardass judge of technique, and wouldn't send me in front of a firing squad if she didn't think I could dodge the bullets. Unless I pissed her off somehow... But she couldn't be that vengeful... I hope.
Wish me luck...
-Reynard
My forms, I think I've got pretty well covered, though they're sort of the hardest to judge when they're ready. Like a batch of whup-ass cookies, there's no perfect time to leave them in the oven. Of course, I can always improve my execution of a form, and that's where my metaphor goes to shit.
Luckily for me, Ash is a hardass judge of technique, and wouldn't send me in front of a firing squad if she didn't think I could dodge the bullets. Unless I pissed her off somehow... But she couldn't be that vengeful... I hope.
Wish me luck...
-Reynard
1 comment:
But I am nothing if not a nice girl... vengeful? Only 99% of the time!
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