Re: RoA Community Chat Take 3
Well, I did it. I am now a black belt.
First up was the patterns, sets of movements for those who don't know. I got off to a good start, until I stepped on something that got stuck to my little toe. I shook it off, but the distraction messed up my pattern, one I always have trouble with. I stopped and started, stopped and started until I got it right. The rest I had a few hiccups with, but recovered or restarted smoothly. I did them all well in the end, and got right all the bits I usually get wrong.
I later found that what I'd stepped on was a Lego block. A Lego block! A freaking Lego block! Of all the crazy things I could have stepped on (once a small grain of glass that embedded itself into my foot), I happen to step on an inexplicably placed Lego block. (Not so inexplicable, I guess, the place is a community centre that was probably doing stuff with children). Anyway, I scored a Lego block for my collection.
Later (there were plenty of black belt weapons demonstrations and mock fights in between for entertainment), we did the one-steps, where one person responds to an attack with a choreographed move. We did those well. I had a whole set of moves in mind that I mixed up and messed up half-way through, though I adapted well.
Then it was time for board breaking, a couple of kicks followed by a routine of 3 hand movements. I did well on those, each board satisfyingly broken. Though I scraped and cut my foot a bit.
And then... it was the fight. I got all the big tough or mean black belts. For ten long minutes they beat up on me like a punching bag. I lost all my energy, breath and strength with the first few kicks and punches to my body. I spent the rest of the match dizzy and confused and terrified, with no idea what was going on, what I should, no time to get my bearings, endless retreating backwards from my attackers. Most of the time I actually was backwards, as the blows to my back hurt much less than those to my front. On the plus side, I got a magnificent turn around back fist to my attacker's head. We weren't allowed head-shots, but I was well past telling the difference. Overall, I felt like a pinball, flying around, crashing into walls and people, the referee or my attacker would grab me and throw me back in.
Finally there was the tile breaking, which was shifted to last in case we broke our hands, though we'd lost of my strength in the fight. Thankfully, I broke six tiles out of eight in one clean strike, and no injuries.
And that was it. After five years of training and 10 minutes of pain and terror, we were given our black belts. There were six of us, three kids who were sickeningly faster and fitter than us older folks, and me and two friends. We'd started together, trained together and finally finished together, which was nice.
I should probably be pleased about being a black belt, but I'm not. I'm tired, my body is a mass of pains and bruises, red, brown, blue, green, with more surely to appear over the next few days. My stomach is sore all over from the numerous kicks and punches I got. I can barely bend, I stagger everywhere. I don't even feel any different to before; just the same me with a new item of clothing.
Maybe later I'll recover a bit and start to care. But for now, it's just pain.