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I ended up looking back through my Irish lessons in DW and found a two and a half year old entry in which I was looking into martial arts schools and deciding I didn't have time. *looks at current schedule* I... guess I did. Or I leveled up. Or something. To be fair I don't really feel like I've gotten into a temporal equilibrium with capoeira and everything, but, um. I'm certainly a lot closer than I evidently was two and a half years ago! Also it's fucking funny because the note after that says (just twice a week maybe?). Go on, guess how many classes I, ideally, when I'm not traumatized by my country's politicians, attend.
... It's especially funny considering capoeira is today.
I was also reminded via network that it doesn't really matter that His Orangeness is president anyway because we're all going to die in 2020 of Akira. I refer here to the Olympics being in Tokyo in 2020, which is a key point in the Akira manga and anime (a lot of shit goes down at the 2020 Olympics site). I kid, mostly, but people who grew up with those manga are now of age to be architects and designers and if they end up designing the Olympic stadium I, um. Welp.
Oogh. I started this in the day and then things got chaotic at work so this is concluding after capoeira, at which I learned that at least one and maybe as many as three of our students are leaving, which is almost everyone who isn't me. Which on the one hand yay one on one lessons and me not comparing myself to other students who are maybe quicker than I am to do things because their lungs work? And on the other hand oh god one on one lessons with teachers who are by now really good at going okay these muscles are tired we're going to exercise these ones now! Oh my god.
The homework I got is basically tone everything between knees and tits (my phrasing, not Puck's, but it amuses me to be coarse) and a lot of squats/plies/tiger stances, holding some kick stances, and a description of what my game is turning out to be. Which is fancy footwork (I'm not surprised there) and a very rooted low-ish ground game (a little surprised there). Basically I plant myself like a surprisingly dancing-y tree. I'm hard to knock over but I don't have the muscle to put power behind my kicks. YET.
... In retrospect basically I play a game like a Taurus.
I'm trying to make this day three of more or less full routines. I'm not sure how well I'll do but on the plus side I did get a lot of writing done before, and I have already adjusted my routine to accommodate an hour and a half of hard exercise on capoeira wednesdays, so. We'll see how much I get through? The last part I have to fold in somehow is Duolingo, I'm still working on that, but everything else seems to be fairly folding into place. Thank god. I think in the coming years if I don't stick to routines not for routine sake but to keep making progress on ways I want to improve myself and always be approaching the person I want to be, if I don't keep doing that I might actually go insane from despair. Let's not have that happen. Let's keep fighting to be ourselves, I'll keep fighting to be me.
... It's especially funny considering capoeira is today.
I was also reminded via network that it doesn't really matter that His Orangeness is president anyway because we're all going to die in 2020 of Akira. I refer here to the Olympics being in Tokyo in 2020, which is a key point in the Akira manga and anime (a lot of shit goes down at the 2020 Olympics site). I kid, mostly, but people who grew up with those manga are now of age to be architects and designers and if they end up designing the Olympic stadium I, um. Welp.
Oogh. I started this in the day and then things got chaotic at work so this is concluding after capoeira, at which I learned that at least one and maybe as many as three of our students are leaving, which is almost everyone who isn't me. Which on the one hand yay one on one lessons and me not comparing myself to other students who are maybe quicker than I am to do things because their lungs work? And on the other hand oh god one on one lessons with teachers who are by now really good at going okay these muscles are tired we're going to exercise these ones now! Oh my god.
The homework I got is basically tone everything between knees and tits (my phrasing, not Puck's, but it amuses me to be coarse) and a lot of squats/plies/tiger stances, holding some kick stances, and a description of what my game is turning out to be. Which is fancy footwork (I'm not surprised there) and a very rooted low-ish ground game (a little surprised there). Basically I plant myself like a surprisingly dancing-y tree. I'm hard to knock over but I don't have the muscle to put power behind my kicks. YET.
... In retrospect basically I play a game like a Taurus.
I'm trying to make this day three of more or less full routines. I'm not sure how well I'll do but on the plus side I did get a lot of writing done before, and I have already adjusted my routine to accommodate an hour and a half of hard exercise on capoeira wednesdays, so. We'll see how much I get through? The last part I have to fold in somehow is Duolingo, I'm still working on that, but everything else seems to be fairly folding into place. Thank god. I think in the coming years if I don't stick to routines not for routine sake but to keep making progress on ways I want to improve myself and always be approaching the person I want to be, if I don't keep doing that I might actually go insane from despair. Let's not have that happen. Let's keep fighting to be ourselves, I'll keep fighting to be me.