I am exhausted. It is Saturday morning and I am sitting out on my back deck with my iPad and a cup of tea. Isn't this the greatest mug ever? It was a gift from my friends John and Gill in England.
Anyway, back to the reasons I am exhausted. Yesterday afternoon Starbucks was giving out free drinks, promoting their newest offering called Refresher. It is a cold fruit drink but also has an extract from green coffee beans in it. The problem with this is coffee and I are not friends. So why did I think a drink made with coffee extract would be okay? Two reasons - it was hot out (37C, or 99F) and I am way too frugal to pass up a free drink.
Big mistake. After spending the afternoon feeling like I wanted to slap somebody (coffee does this to me), I spent a sleepless night cursing my stupidity. Still, this probably wouldn't have been enough to do me in had it not been for the day previous to the consumption of the ironically named Refresher drink.
For several years now I have wanted to take up martial arts. Several things have kept me from moving forward with this. I wanted the right martial arts program, it had to be at a reasonable time, and I didn't want to drive to the other side of Kamloops. I was pretty excited when I saw the YMCA offered Wing Chun, a form of Kung Fu, twice a week. It is just what I have been looking for, but still I kept putting off signing up.
This past week I finally decided to give it a try. Thursday night was my first class and, not to brag or anything, but it took a lot of courage just to show up. It might have been easier had it been a class filled with martial arts newbies like myself, but it is an ongoing class. That meant there would be people there who knew what they were doing. People who could hurt me.
The instructors are a husband and wife team, and they were so kind and patient. And trust me, they needed patience when it came to showing me some of the basics. Who knew there was so much thinking involved in martial arts? The class was an hour and fifteen minutes long, which is about a half hour longer than my brain had the capacity to process new information.
The other students were all really nice too, even though I am sure they wondered what this 55 year old woman was doing there. Oh, did I forget to mention the fact they were all men, and with the exception of one guy who looked to be in his early forties were all twenty somethings? Picture me blocking punches thrown by a hulked up 25 year old guy with tattoos running down his arm and you can see why I was slightly out of my comfort zone.
The good news is I survived. The class is twice a week, which is a pretty big time commitment. Plus it is in the evening, and at 6:00 PM I automatically turn into a hermit, making it very difficult to do anything at night. So here I sit with my cup of tea, trying to decide if I will go back on Monday night. I know I have forgotten everything they so patiently taught me, so returning means I will have to suffer the humiliation of having to learn it all over again. But you know what? It felt really good to hit something, even if it was just the padded blocker Mr. Tattoo was holding up. And that was before I had that Refresher drink.
This picture doesn't have anything to do with this blog post, but I didn't want anyone to think I have stopped knitting. I actually have a couple of finished projects to show you, but will start with these. I love this Knucks pattern from Knitty, and have knit it many times. Here is my latest pair. And just think, if I decide to go back to the Wing Chun class these hands could become lethal weapons. Or I could just order a Refresher at Starbucks. If the small made me want to slap somebody, imagine what the large would do!