Apparently, Forest took a spill into the Red Cedar river this morning. I have no idea how he managed to do that; he wouldn't say anything to me on the phone. All I know is that I dropped him off to golf with his dad this morning as usual, and an hour later he called me in agony.
He says he's in great pain, he's at his dad's house and he's going to take a shower now, and wants me to come at noon in case he needs me to give him a ride home. He won't tell me any more than that.
I know Forest. If it's bad enough that he's not going to work, he's screwed himself up in a big way, and he's not telling me what happened because he doesn't want me to worry.
Well of course I'm worried! That's all he would say to me, and I heard great anguish in his voice.
So this may be a short day at work, if I end up dragging his unwilling self to the doctor.
My friends will all laugh at this, because I'm rather notorious for actually having fallen into the Red Cedar on more than one occasion. Well, look out, guys. Apparently it's contagious. (Maybe it's an STD, though, and then only a couple of people have to worry about having been exposed.)
Last night was a good night at Tae Kwon Do, and I not only feel fairly well prepared for tonight's test, but I actually got to practice sparring a bit. Elizabeth and I are both thinking of playing in the tournament Master Kim hosts in June. I think it will be wise of me to do that as a green belt, to get experience at that level. By the end of the summer if all goes well I might be a brown belt, and that's really not a good level at which to have your first competition. They're pretty brutal.
I think I'm going to try to get Forest to spar with me on a near-daily basis, at least when he's done with his river-related injury. It occurred to me last night that Forest kept telling me I was too tense when sparring. My kicks look good in class, but I lock them up in the ring. I think it is just such a big deal to me that it requires too much thinking right now. If it were a regular occurrence, and not such an exception to my daily practice, I think the problem might just melt away.
Ack. I can't sit here anymore. I'm going to go pace around the photocopy room until lunchtime, then go see what the hell is wrong with my honey.
