I became a black belt in Chun Kuk Do last Saturday. One guy got sick and threw up – I’m not sure if he just got nervous or it was a combination of nerves and exhaustion. At one point during the katas, I considered asking for permission to "fix my uniform" because I was thinking I might puke out my guts or pass out…or both. Fortunately, somebody requested permission to start over on a kata and this gave me enough time to regroup. We are allowed to ask permission to fix our uniforms because the things aren't really made for all that motion - the pants slide down, the belt comes loose, the jacket (gi) rides up out of the belt, etc. You would think those Japanese/Korean warriers could have come up with a more functional design.
Somehow, it isn’t as big a deal as I thought it might be. I’m a black belt – so what? If I quit practicing for two weeks, I’ll forget 60% of what I’ve learned. If I quit for a month – what will I remember? I wish I’d known this stuff when I was younger…it would have come in handy. Here is a photo from the test I found on Facebook. I hate pictures of me but I'm putting this out here anyway..for the same reason I include my mug shot on this blog. I'm an idiot, don't ask. This looks like we're all doing (or about to do) a heel kick....one of the random combinations he called out during the test - heel kick, round kick, backfist, punch.
And here is a photo of Erin taken by me during her test for UFAF third-degree black a year ago. This was in Beckley, West Virginia. She did very well and those UFAF tests are much more killer than the studio tests. She has a big smile on her face in this picture because she had already completed the hardest part of her test. Not only that, this was the test. She did a pre-test the month before. The pre-test is much more rigorous than the test. Very few people fail the test because they have to pass the pre-test first. She looks so much younger then than now...maybe it's all that metal in her mouth.
Perhaps I will get excited about being a black belt later. Right now, I’m bummed out about everything going on in my life…or perhaps I should say everything NOT going on in my life. Mainly, no dissertation going on. Just pick something. Why is this so F’ing hard for me? I don’t even care what it is anymore – all I want is something I can do. Stephen King wrote a story called Word Processor of the Gods. If the story were true and I had his word processor, I could easily fix everything wrong in my life. For now…it’s back to work.