Kyuki-do class tonight. It’s not a hard word to pronounce, yet no one that doesn’t do it can wrap their tongue around it. It’s always “cookie dough” “cooey do” or some people give up and just say “karate.” When you politely inform them you do not practice karate they say “Yes you do, karate.” My family has long since given up and they just say “Hiiiiyaaa!” As in, “Did you go to Hiiiiyyyyaaa! class tonight?” Yes, I did, would you like me to demonstrate the techniques we learned?
Anyway, I digress. Good class, mostly high belts so we practiced for the upcoming black belt test. We did all the forms, self defense forms, and continuous hand techniques. Then Tom taught me a few new forms. After that we put on hogus and did three on one sparring. It’s all fun and games until someone gets kicked in the face.
I feel like crud. I don’t know if I have a cold or allergies or what, but I’m dragging. I know one thing for sure, my eating habits have been abominable for the last month. I’m not even trying, which is probably why I feel like crud. Gotta clean that up.
On a completely different note, here is a great video of a jerry-rigged assisted pull-up machine: