Day 5
It is the day for me to try out a regular martial arts studio.
Agnes is having herself a grump and disciplining makes me run late. I arrive at the studio just as the previous class is bowing to their teacher. A quick review of the people waiting to take the mat reveals that the class I had agreed to join is made up of three barely pubescent teens. When I speak to the teen working the desk, it turns out the main instructor is out sick. Unfortunately this is the person with whom I spoke about visiting and no one quite knows what to do.
I am feeling less and less at ease with this situation. I don’t really want to be the only person not dressed in a gi, the only adult, and have to explain multiple times that I am there to try out a class. I opt to flee instead. I head to the library to drift among the books. (Because who goes home early when you have a babysitter? Especially when your child was being a pill when you left.)
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The final word on Martial Arts is that it is a big question mark. I actually enjoyed the class at the MMA gym, but I feel ill prepared at the moment to keep it up. I will probably continue going to the gym near the preschool Agnes goes to until I pull her in preparation for her attending school closer to home. At that point, maybe I will feel like I have made enough movement in the fitness arena to stop feeling like I am too out of shape for their conditioning classes. We will see.
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