January 3rd, 2005


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It's been over two weeks since I've had a pakua class. I went to one tonight.

Goodness, how I missed it.

But the most important part for me was the instructor, Master Simon. Because he's a first degree black belt, and he's 43 years old, and he had the same problems with the 24 movements as I did. Which means that I'm not hopeless. Which means that they can deal with a stiff-muscled middle aged woman - I'm even doing better in a couple of respects because while he can run longer, I can do forward rolls.

It was a jolt of confidence, you know?