"I began taking classes at KICS in the last few months of 2011.
That was a little over four years ago as we stand here, but at that time I had
no idea I would be standing here one day. You would think if someone starts at
white belt they would look forward to this point as a goal, but I didn’t. I
started because my son had been taking classes, I was always a little curious
about martial arts and self-defense, and because other students who would
become dear friends asked me to join them. When I started I had no idea where
the path that laid out ahead of me would lead.
I should say, the rumors
you have heard about me are true..."
This is how I began my Black Belt resume on Saturday. I had never had such peace and calm assurance before a test, and I know it was due to the prayers I had asked for from so many dear ones. I made mistakes, yes, and I didn't break that blasted cement, but I did what I needed to in order to receive my black belt, with God's help.
Last week Captain and I ran twenty miles. It's truly crazy. When I first began running over three years ago I couldn't run 1/10th of a mile with out stopping and walking for a distance. I will admit that we totally did a 2min run/1min walk through the 20 miles, because that distance needs extra special treatment. It was the first time we had run that distance, and I don't think I will be running a long distance like that again before we hit the marathon. It's a little scary, if I don't say so myself, but the circumstances demand it.
Yesterday when I woke it felt like a month of Sundays had passed since I had followed my routine. It was hard, and the bed and sleep kept me in place longer that I liked. The alarm had been ignored, Captain had left for work, and my mind dug feverishly for the motivation to get started. It hadn't been a bad weekend at all. Just full. And long. And so I felt I was starting all over kicking things in gear trying to be the best me I could.