The Family That Kicks Together

Sticks together. So say we all.

Forgive the cliches ... I'm in pain.

I picked up my dobok earlier today. Michelle, the keener, has had hers for over a week already. This evening we went to our first Taekwondo class. It was great to receive the encouragement of so many friends who are also training. We've been wanting to do this for a long time and finally decided no more putting it off. So we're white belts. We ran. We kicked. We punched. We did push ups. Sits ups. We did not vomit. But I was close at the half way point. We learned a basic punch kick combination and the first part of our poomse, which is an I shaped pattern.

Now it's over. We're sore. Very sore. My hips ache. My left arm aches at the shoulder, elbow and along the forearm. Quite a workout for one who sits and types all day. But it sure was fun and it seems very cool to be doing it as a family. Matthias continually repeats the phrase "When you are blue belts I will be a black belt."

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