Got It!

I passed my grading, hooray! I now hold a third dan black belt in ITF Taekwondo and I\’m PROUD even though I\’m typing this one-handed because my left arm\’s in plaster.
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You have to understand the background. At school I was utterly rubbish at all sport.I couldn\’t catch, throw or hit a ball. I couldn\’t run or jump or do gymnastics or swim fast. I was the one hiding in the bogs with my feet up, reading SF magazines (thankyou Analog Science Fiction and Fact) until the ghastly games mistress came and shouted at me. The only sport I liked was fencing, though the instructor was an old letch (predictable really, at a girls\’ school in the days before political correctness). I wasn\’t very good at it but I liked the fighting.
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Probably today I would be diagnosed as dyspraxic and get all sorts of Help.
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Back then I got shouted or laughed at.
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So when I found martial arts it was a revelation – here was something I could do. It didn\’t involve any kind of ball – no kicking below the belt for instance. And it was fine to be aggressive and love fighting.
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Not that I was any good at it when I started, but the way Taekwondo is taught helped a lot and thanks to some very good instructors I\’m probably better at sport now than I ever was in my teens.
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So thankyou Taekwondo and all my instructors.
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And by the way, I\’m over 50 now and I can kick at my head height. I bet all the sporty girlies who used to laugh at my terrible netball passing can\’t do that any more.

Tally ho!

Helped at Penryn Friday Market yesterday, all day – I buy bread wholesale from the wonderful artisan bakers in Falmouth, Stone\’s Bakery, and bring it up to the Temperance Hall in Penryn so people can get decent bread there. I don\’t actually make anything on the deal, but it\’s fun to do – apart from anything else, you hook into some splendid gossip. I found out that the Ultimate Local Luvvy, a guy about my age who is very definitely An Actor, has been a tiny bit economical with the truth. The impression he had given everyone was that he was heading off to the West Indies in his boat. Turns out that the Ultimate Local Luvvy is crewing on someone else\’s boat – and I wish I had a secret webcam on it, because it could get quite intense.
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No, I haven\’t left for Derby yet. I have to iron my kit, pack the car with an extraordinary amount of essential stuff and buy my own bodyweight in licorice allsorts to munch on the way. I\’m also packing those single cup coffee filters because I can\’t function without caffeine and don\’t drink Brown Drink, the disgusting powdered stuff that is fraudulently labelled coffee on the outside.
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Tally ho! (as I once wrote in a Maths exam)

Shorter than usual

While my son watches the human labrador, Russell Howard learn how to arm wrestle, I am trying to keep up with this. I\’m going to be in Derby by this time tomorrow, by this time in two days I will be drowning my sorrows after the grading with a friend from university who has just planted a vinyard (yes!).
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In the interim I have about a million things to do. Bye.

Stress-related faffing

I\’m in a state of extended faffing about at the moment, partly because I\’m in a blue funk. The reason for my funk, faffing and general uselessness is that I am taking my 3rd Dan black belt in Taekwondo (ITF style) this Sunday. It\’s my second attempt so I\’ve been training a lot and feeling grumpy that, although my body will usually do the things I want it to like kicking above my head and breaking things and so on, it then sulks and aches for days afterwards and I totter about feeling crippled.
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My son wants to know why I\’m bothering. Because it\’s there, son, because it\’s there.
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Also probably because I\’m an idiot.