Jonathan is still home because he's enthralled by "The Red Violin." I don't blame him.
Last night, I went to my second pakua class since beginning again. And it was interesting. There is another blue belt (she's *fifteen) - the others are all lower level, pre-Instructor belts. And Master Ilona (note to prezzey - I asked. She's Russian Jewish, but thinks that her parents chose to give her a Greek or Hungarian name. She's not sure. She's *from* Russia - I can say that. Middling accent.) was very aware of this. The lower belts were all taught a technique. Shana and I were told to "half-fight". That is, we were told to punch and block - spar without using our legs. No techniques, just sparring. Next to us, we could see the other students doing a formal technique. It was odd. She was clearly teaching two different classes. She was about to teach the two of us a technique when the class ended late.
On the other hand - even though it's been months, I found myself doing the kicks in the manner I learned in the Improvement classes. I could feel the power, even. So I didn't forget.
I was, however, creaking around the office. Standing was a minor production. I'm better now, but as we did 32 crunches - 8 standard, 8 with crossed ankles off the ground, 8 with legs pointing straight up and 8 with our legs, still up, opening and closing - I expect things will be interesting tomorrow.
On another note - since these classes take place when they do, I've decided to make more use of my crockpot and ordered a couple of cookbooks.