...Very hard.
I am not refering to the kind of moving that involves boxes, and packing, and a new residence.
I am, instead, talking about the kind of moving that involves lifting the coffee to my lips. Or holding myself erect.
There are bruises and sore muscles just everywhere.
Fighting for half an hour was a fearful thing to do. The actually test was extremely taxing. Defending against a knife attack was a challenge. But the thing that most frightened me most was the pushups. Did I tell you this? My almost-40-year-old-tendinitis-ridden elbow had to do 70 pushups. I prayed about this part. And you know what? I did 'em. All of them. And my elbow didn't hurt at all. It still doesn't. I am willing to accept that as a particular miracle from a Loving God.
Monday night is the award ceremony. I shall receive my belt, and I solomnly swear that I shall post photos on this blog!
I am a Black Belt.
4 comments:
Yay for you!!!
You're such a stud.
I'm so proud to know you!
Good going Kelly!
I think the best I ever did was 6 pushups and even at that it about killed me!
unworthy, unworthy, unworthy....
I was just thinking about you being so sore you could hardly move, and all the bruises and stuff (they're real ...I've seen them!), and thinking you have not been whining and complaining enough. Go ahead girl, you can whine all you want, you've certainly earned it! You only have a very short time after the actual event before people get tired of hearing about it! Or so I've heard.
Did you need some lessons? I know someone who can help with that! :)
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