For about ten years I trained in martial arts – a style of Taekwondo. I did it all. I learn the forms (katas), I trained in weapons and I sparred. I think the sparring, gearing up, and kicking the crap out of people was the most fun.
Over the course of my training I rose to the rank of 3rd degree Black Belt. I also went through additional preparation to become a certified instructor and competition center judge.
I loved the discipline of it, the dedication to detail and order, the physical demands of the fighting, the people, the community… it was all so incredible. And I was good at it, really good.
While competing, I consistently brought home medals and trophies, and was often recognized for my skills in judging. One year I earned the title of State Champion and continued to be ranked nationally. I was a bit of a badass.
There was something about putting on that heavy white uniform, displaying all my judging chevrons, my instructor’s collar, my Championship badges and that well-worn black belt that made me feel ten-feet tall.
I carried myself differently, I walked with confidence and pride. There was something very empowering about it.
Even though I’ve been out of martial arts for about three years now, and probably couldn’t remember any of the forms, I still think I can say with some degree of certainty…
Ain’t nothing for me to kick a man’s ass!
Day 15 – 30 Days of Shamelessness: dress, walk, and act like you know you’re all that
Art of foot and fist
Calmness of spirit
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