I had such a great Taekwondo promotion test last night. I knew my stuff and hit everything just right, but what was special were conversations I had with three people: the Grandmaster, a senior instructor, and a junior instructor (not the one who happens to be my boyfriend).
The Grandmaster told me I'm dangerous. Best compliment ever.
The senior instructor told me I'm a great example for women at the dojang because I'm not afraid and I can beat the crap out of guys who are much bigger than me.
The junior instructor passed on a pair of gloves with a great history. The gloves are old, and all beat up and held together with duct tape. Actually, they originally belonged to my boyfriend, but he had passed them on to this instructor. They belonged to my boyfriend when he was a kid, and even then my boyfriend was traveling all over the world kicking ass. Then he grew out of the gloves. Years later, he gave them to this junior instructor (who has much smaller hands than my boyfriend, obviously), who then took them all over the world and kicked ass wearing them. And this junior instructor gave them to me last night. I felt like I was inducted into a special legacy. It was great. They need a little more duct tape, then they can be my lucky gloves.
And I only just got my green belt, so it's an amazing feeling to have people believe in me so much. It's not something I've had much of in my life.
The Grandmaster told me I'm dangerous. Best compliment ever.
The senior instructor told me I'm a great example for women at the dojang because I'm not afraid and I can beat the crap out of guys who are much bigger than me.
The junior instructor passed on a pair of gloves with a great history. The gloves are old, and all beat up and held together with duct tape. Actually, they originally belonged to my boyfriend, but he had passed them on to this instructor. They belonged to my boyfriend when he was a kid, and even then my boyfriend was traveling all over the world kicking ass. Then he grew out of the gloves. Years later, he gave them to this junior instructor (who has much smaller hands than my boyfriend, obviously), who then took them all over the world and kicked ass wearing them. And this junior instructor gave them to me last night. I felt like I was inducted into a special legacy. It was great. They need a little more duct tape, then they can be my lucky gloves.
And I only just got my green belt, so it's an amazing feeling to have people believe in me so much. It's not something I've had much of in my life.
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By the way. I'm in the city sometimes until all hours of the night. Maybe I should call on you for protection when I'm walking the dark streets of Manhattan at three in the morning.