Last night's class went really well, as did the test, and I'm glad to say that I got straight 4's on everything. This is the first time I've done that in any class except for Aikido. Maybe I'm not as TKD-impaired as I thought. Master Kim promoted me to 5th gup, which is a green belt. I was pretty happy with the way the test went. The only strange thing about it is that I tested while Forest was running to the car to get something. I figured he'd be back in plenty of time to catch most of it, but it took him a while, and by the time he got back, I was finished. I'm sorry he missed it, and so is he. Ah, well. Next time.
In the meantime, I can get busy getting ready for my first tournament, which is in June. I've worked on sparring both of the past two nights, and am still hoping to rope Forest into working with me on it. I think I can block and defend myself fairly well, since I'm used to people Forest's level chasing me around and trying to kick me at high speeds. I'm not so strong on offense, though. I see the opening but I don't know what to put into it, or I lock up and get tense because I'm reluctant to kick someone. Last night I was able to sock Forest in the tummy a couple of times, though. That's a good thing.
Forest was in so much pain yesterday that he couldn't stand up. I'm still worried about him, and he won't go to the doctor. It just came upon him all of the sudden while he was sitting in a golf cart, an intense pain that doubles him over, where his abdomen and leg meet. That's what made him fall into the river yesterday. It's really strange. I think he might have a hernia, but he isn't listening to me. If Kirstin were in so much pain that she couldn't stand up, I would take her to the doctor. Sometimes I think Forest has no sense.
Last night at least he didn't participate too much in Tae Kwon Do. He sparred a couple of times, though, and I was about ready to yell at him. He really frustrates me with this shit, and then expects me to go quietly practice and be able to concentrate on what I'm trying to do. When I took a break from practice to alleviate some of my concern, and try to regain some focus, he sent me out to spar instead. I think he was just getting me out of his hair.
I submit that if I had mysterious pains which made me shout and double over frequently, he would be distracted and concerned, too.
Anyway, I have to run a million errands at lunch today, and then reconfigure a DNS server. G'day.
