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Sleep is a good thing
0Well, I fell off the blogging wagon. I fell of the P90x wagon, too, so it’s been a greeeat week. The week started off well, then yesterday I managed to kill most of my afternoon (when I had been planning to do my workout) and had classes from 5-9:30. Starting school is going to require some adjustment to my schedule…I’m too used to being able to flex everything to a different time if I need to.
I also only got about 4 hours of sleep, so I’m not feeling much like doing the lovely Legs & Back workout that I have in front of me…guess I’ll have to suffer through, eh?
Snow Day
0Not much to do today, no workout and snow outside so I hibernated. I hope this does something for my health because my brain really could have used the distraction of a workout, but resting seemed like the smarter choice. Instead I picked up my art stuff again for the first time in months, which was somewhat cathartic. Frustrating as it always is, though, to see how rusty I get in so little time. It would take a tremendous amount of work to get back to the skill level I was at in school. Like any other skill, it doesn’t rest well. At any rate I ended up just attacking an old sketch, to what success I do not know.
In which I write a blog that becomes about Taekwondo
1Me: ‘I WILL write a blog I WILL write a blog I WILL write a blog’. Lazy me: ‘meh. Maybe later.’ Me: ‘NO. You are going write, RIGHT NOW. Just go start writing.’ Lazy me: ‘nooooooo.’ Me: ‘We’re not talking about this anymore. Go get it over with.’ Lazy me: ‘fine’
Thesis: Writing is easy(ish). Starting to write is something I will do soon. Later. Maybe tomorrow.
So you know what I’m really good at? Getting motivated. I read motivational blogs, motivational books, I think up motivational projects, and…what? Yeah, I’ll actually do stuff…like, later. I’m reading right now. I’m pretty much a professional at blog reading…somehow I always forget to stop reading about the awesome stuff I’m capable of (I know I’m capable of it, Zen Habits told me so) and actually go do stuff. It’s the hidden danger of the motivational website. There are ten thousand of them, and you could read them all day, every day, and feel like you could take over the world…but then you realize you just spent your whole day reading blogs. And even if I think about doing stuff, reading blogs is way more fun. There’s not much of me that wants to actually get around to the doing part. This blog is an excellent example, although I’m getting slightly better at writing. I mean I made it three whole days into my resolution of writing every day before I failed! And then I’m writing again today! (you laugh, but it’s actually a pretty amazing step in my well-intentioned but constantly failing blogging career)
I like slacking off. And I like reading. And I like learning. So blogs are great. You can read about anything on the internet, and a lot of it is really useful stuff! It’s just that at some point I have to pry myself away from the monitor and actually go do the hard real world stuff…oh and my job involves not prying myself away from a monitor. It’s like putting a junkie in a job that requires needles and very little supervision (ok maybe that’s an exaggeration. I do have SOME self control, people). Thank goodness I have Taekwondo, or I would never see anything but pixels.
Oh, how I love Taekwondo. It’s pretty much the most awesome thing ever. I have such a hard time selling it to people, though…there are the uniforms, and the bowing, and the bare feet, and the fact that if you’re an adult there’s a pretty good chance that you’re going to look like a dork anytime you do a move for the first three years or so. But it’s so worth it — trust me. And then the other problem with my salesmanship is that I’m acutely aware that people are vastly different, and that a lot of them probably just won’t ‘get’ taekwondo, and I’m totally ok with that. It makes me a great, non-pushy friend, but a crappy recruiter. Oh, and even if you do look like a dork? That’s only if you go stand on the street and do some move that you think is really badass and you’re a yellow belt (trust me, it’s not a badass move. Not yet.). Stay in the school, and everybody’s in the same boat with you, and they totally think that move is badass.
Sometimes I’d rather be watching Lost
0I wish I could find something to make me motivated again – I think that’s the risk of training too hard, once I stopped it’s really hard to get back into it. Right now I don’t even teach that much, which almost makes it worse. If I’m used to giving up my evenings anyway, I don’t think much of driving across town for practice and getting to bed late; but right now I’m used to being home most nights, and getting home early even when I do teach, and it makes getting motivated to go to practice harder, not easier. Tonight I finally managed to pry myself off the couch to go to Taekwondo, which was a step I guess. But then I ran into the other problem with being so lazy lately – I’m out of shape and my form is pretty mediocre. Oh, it looks good considering I do it about once a week at most, but that’s about as far as it goes. I’m tired by the end of class and my techniques are sloppy, and it’s hard to work on the details I need to work on when I’m tired and sloppy.
So I need to find some new motivation, a reason to drag myself away from Hulu and my couch and into the school other than just needing to stop being a lazy bum. That just makes me feel guilty, which makes me want to stay on the couch more, not less (sad, I know). Tournaments would be an idea, if I could afford to go to more than one or two a year, or if anyone else from my school went that I could carpool and split hotels with to cut the cost, but no one is really hitting the tournament circuit this year. My friends are burned out and quitting, and my instructor is distracted lately by mma and other pursuits…which would be fine, except he hasn’t watched and helped me with my form in close to a year. All in all, it’s pretty hard feel like getting out the door but I love this sport so I have to find a way. Something. Perhaps just the need to get out and moving will be enough for now, and if I can force myself to go regularly for a few weeks, who knows.