OMG I’m pretty sure my head is going to explode. Why you say? UG. Let’s just say that someone wasn’t praying hard enough :grins:. Karate was a nightmare this evening. You know from my last mention about it that Sensei said that if my pushups didn’t get better I was going to the other class. Well this evening when I walked into class he told me that I had a week to be able to do 3 sets of 15. Daddy had waited for me in the back to find out what he’d said to me, and told me not to worry. That we’d worked hard and that they’d see it. He was very supportive.
So we start class and god knows why, one foot proceeds to give out after the other during the jumping jacks. UG! So that started them keeping a serious eye on me. They watched me through the situps which I guess I did ok…then we had to do the pushups and ended up doing extra of. Sensei said that I wasn’t going down all the way, only 1/3rd of the way. I guess that was better then the last one of “Your not bending your arms”. I kept myself under control and managed to do the extra ones they wanted, though my arms were getting seriously tired and sore and I was beginning to slack. My arms hurt so bad through the rest of the exercises though. So after that was done….the lay us down and make us do all the situps again, watching us closely. I got hammered for not touching my elbows to my knees on one set. Over all though not to bad. Then…another blazing round of pushups. They started having 3 people do them. When it got to me I guess I’d just had to many and I bent and looked terrible. I ended up having to do them again with another group of people. :sigh: But I held on to the emotions, barely.
The rest of class went fairly well and I worked with a guy who was very helpful. I managed to do the move infront of Sensei twice without to much trouble and even got a minor grunt of approval that I’d done half way ok. At the end of the class I did pushups with Daddy and 3 other people in our class as additional bonus rounds. Needless to say, it was a very stressful night and I’ve been worried about it since I got home.
Daddy has been wonderfully supportive and told me that he is with me all the way. He even blogged about it. That he will help me work on them. That he sees how hard I’m working, and that if GOD forbid I get moved he will come and teach on Friday nights. :sigh: I just hate thinking about moving for a few reasons. Though he has said it won’t, I’m afraid he will be dissapointed in me. I don’t want Sensei to lose respect or be dissapointed. I don’t want anyone in my class to lose respect for me. I don’t want to be the girl that got moved back a class :sigh: and I have no idea if I get moved how long it will be before I’ll be accepted back to the advanced class. All I can think about is the green belt with a stripe we use to have in the beginners class who was told he was probably never going to get moved. Oh well…I really gotta stop thinking bout this for now. I’ll be doing pushups with Daddy tomorrow and Wednesday and with my Trainer on Wednesday. Hopefully that will be enough to get me to Monday.
Tat really helped cause when I got home she called me to talk to me and even put off her show for a few moments to encourage me and tell me that she’s there for me. That really meant alot to me…and well…the show didn’t hurt either. She looked fantastic. If you missed it….we’ll have archives of it. ๐
Ok..night for now…maybe, just maybe my head won’t explode.