Oh yeah
So Taekwondo, that kicked my ass. I thought the police academy was tough, but this class.. it's taught on the Army base by this 70 year old Korean dude who looks like he walked off the set of some 70s kung-fu flick. He's about five feet tall, all wiry muscle, sinew, and giant calluses in weird places from kicking ass since before my parents were born. He had us doing *100-300* reps of some, just, evil exercises. After about 10 of them, I'm dying, and I look over at this guy and he's doing the same thing effortlessly with 40 pounds of rocks hanging from his limbs. Did I mention he's 70? I'm not really complaining, though; as a teacher and mentor he's excellent; demanding, but also cheerful and encouraging.
Next class is in 90 minutes. I am simultaneously looking forward to, and dreading, my next session. Ow. My abs are still killing me.
Next class is in 90 minutes. I am simultaneously looking forward to, and dreading, my next session. Ow. My abs are still killing me.