Day 329: Kung Fu

The longer I am taking Kung Fu the more I want to be good at it.

I really hate being a wuss. Oh, I am not beating myself up - I am a wuss. The slightest thing can hurt me...or at least I think it can (which is actually a big difference).

I enjoy sparring. I enjoy moving my hands, arms, legs, feet in the desperate attempt to keep from being hit. I don't like getting hit. Did I mention I am a wuss?

Yet, when I get hit now (and I do realize that I am not getting hit with the full force of any one's punches....well, maybe my children's) instead of stopping to stay "that hurts!" or shout "Ouch!" or even cry - I suck it up and keep going!

It is a very empowering feeling. I can take pain. True, not a ton of pain - not the Die Hard kind of pain, but I can take some pain and keep going.

I guess that is why I want to get better. That is why I practice the same moves over and over again each morning - I want that muscle memory. I want to spar without having to think about what to do next. I want to get good enough that I don't get hurt.

And that is a good thing.

Happy Walking!