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6/16/2015

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Which makes blogging a bit harder, of course. I literally can't think of any thought I've had in the entire day that's been anything other than just living in the physical moment. If my mind's drifted off into greater things, I've long-since forgotten about it; as far as I can remember, my only thoughts today have been about things happening at the time they were happening...which means that by me describing the events in this incredibly-mundane day, I'm literally describing the entirety of my bloggable material.

So I started today at 2 PM, when I woke up. That's at least 10 hours, probably ten and a half. (I forget when I went to bed. Before four, maybe before three thirty, perhaps even before three. It was either 2:30 or 3:30 when I fell asleep, I think.) Nobody woke me up because nobody needed to; felt a lot like a Saturday in that regard. I suppose it's worth mentioning that only three of us are home right now; my dad's down in Klamath Falls visiting his parents, my grandparents, to help with things there a bit. (To keep a long story short, he needs to help with affairs down there in large part to keep leeches from trying and bleeding money from us. They are, flat-out, bullies who usually don't encounter resistance, but my dad knew how to fight back, won, and now is protecting his parents to ensure that victory doesn't go to waste.)

I took about an hour to eat my breakfast. My mom, far less practiced in making my-styled eggs (very lightly done, basically extra-overeasy to the point of barely having the one side cooked), butchered them, leaving a mess on my plate, which I cleaned up as much as I could using the white part of the eggs (what little left which was white, anyway) and the buttered toast I get. Add in coffee, and you've got my first (and so far, only) meal of the day.

My mom left at around three, and it was at about this time that I got on the computer. It's during these two hours (breakfast, when I think a lot, and that hour, when I had free time) that I was most likely to have thoughts bloggable, but again, if they existed, they're gone by now. Anyway, both my sister and I left at around four, though not before I took a couple of pictures of one of our two surviving cats in her incredibly-cute pose. I, as the last one to leave, got to lock the door.

Then came Tae Kwon Do. I drove, heard the End Session song of the day (an AWOL Nation song that I loved, nobody else plays, and even The End stopped playing after a while, but which in my opinion is far superior to Sail--and, by the way, they're ten times better in live recordings than in studio recordings), and got there at about 4:40 or so. Got dressed, and at 5 there's the kids session, which had two new students.

One of them a young girl who clearly holds great interest in learning, but is honestly a bit too young to grasp things, the other a boy old enough to grasp things but obviously a huge trouble-maker, screwing around a lot, not paying much attention, the whole like, basically what I might have been like at that age only moreso. It was...quite the load to handle, but my teacher thinks I apparently handled it well. (I'm basically an assistant teacher. Not officially--I don't get paid. Not even in-class; there are at least two relatively-active students who are higher than me in rank who'd earn the Korean title of assistant teacher. But because I'm the highest one who shows up every session, I hold the fort down as if I was one well enough, both in that class and sometimes even the following.)

Noteworthy was that just before class, I started a conversation with a guy brand-new to the Y where we do TKD at, and basically talked not only about our own program, but others, too. My teacher took over after she arrived, basically affirming most of what I had said, clarifying it, expanding it, and whatnot, to give him a better picture. He seemed like he definitely held interest in the programs, but probably won't be selecting our own. (He seemed more interested in the fighting stuff, like MMA.)

Then came sparring. It's worth noting that in sparring, right now, we're generally averaging four fighters. Today, we started with five, but we lost one, thanks to one having an injury that rendered him unable to fight more, one sustained from I think he said it was biking but it could be something else. (Concrete was involved in producing the injury. Not a lot of things that could be.)

Said five included my teacher, for reference. So basically, it was me, my teacher, and two other big guys, who're both gold stripes, meaning they're fairly decently experienced but also still comparatively new. (They're older, though, both being at least middle-aged. So they know how to learn.) They're both fairly hard to make a dent in and both hold a good deal of power, a lot more than I think either of them realizes. If they had the experience that I do, it'd be fair to say they'd overwhelm me because they're my height, above my size, and have a heavier frame.

So I got to fight both of them, along with my teacher. She's actively critiquing my sparring technique, since as a blue belt, I'm basically nearing the top of the intermediate ranks. Brown belt is an advanced rank. Brown stripe, what I'm going for next, is a predecessor for that. To earn it, I basically need my body to be in top-shape, because my technique work will only go so far, but every bit is vital. So she will note any weakness she sees, at any time. (My sparring is generally fairly good against her, though. It's actually elsewhere that I worry about losing my technique.)

After three fights (the average amount we can get in half an hour) comes normal class. We originally had a fairly rigidly structured class, but nowadays, we mostly have a very, very loose routine we go through, where we get to work on forms, defenses, one-steps, and occasionally, go through kicks and/or drill. It's during the loose times that I generally get to do my pseudo-instructor work, as I roam around, looking for anything I see that might need work, giving advice when it's needed, and trying to keep students on-track. (Mostly unnecessary, of course, since these people generally know how to keep working.)

And after that, I drove back here, to write this blog. That's been my day so far.

...Huh. I guess I CAN blog after all. I mean, it's not the best blog post out there by far, not even by my standards. But it's *a* blog post, a decently-lengthy one at that, spawned from literally the most average day of mine ever. Feels good.
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