welcome to the party

"hello, IT band, welcome to the party" -daja

i found this statement hilarious last night during an impromptu poomsae workout - whilst we were in the midst of some strenuous sidekick stretching drills.  the new way of practicing poomsae has definitely changed my course of tkd training - namely, with my joints and muscles in mind rather than forcing them to perform and nursing injuries later.  if only i knew then what i know now ... could have saved myself extensive PT bills. 

that being said, i still find poomsae to be a poor substitute for sparring training.  it's not that it isn't difficult, because i'm discovering a billion little muscles that i never knew i didn't have - but it's just not...the same.  i wouldn't call it the "poor man's sparring" because by nature, poomsae athletes tend to be the more intelligent/technical/educated/analytical than the sparring crowd.  that would be a misnomer for sure.  but in the context of the thrill and satisfaction and enjoyment?  definitely pales in comparison.  hitting a great sidekick is really no substitute for hitting a great badachagi on an opponent.  and this sheer difference makes it so much harder to motivate myself to train hard for it, particularly if i'm self-training. 

i realized the other night that it really just comes down to adrenaline.  coupled with the current books i'm reading (brain rules and drop dead healthy) - i realize how much of my life and the busy-ness i was able to maintain was linked to the sheer amount of endorphins and adrenaline i got from the 2-6 hours of intense training every day. 

aside from the extreme weight gain (to which even my love of my couch has now looked in the mirror and put its proverbial foot down), i've noticed lately that i'm always tired, and generally have a dull headache.  i attributed it at first to al's sleep apnea and the fact that being married and having a roommate has changed my otherwise predictable lifestyle and made it more busy.  (the only time i get a good night's sleep is when i'm travelling for work and he's not around, sadly).  but i realized more recently that part of it is a lack of endorphins since i retired from sparring.  makes sense, it's a drug, albeit a natural one, and i effectively cut my supply short in favor of the couch (though in its defense, that couch is really comfy and i work a lot). 

ever since al hit the crunch time of the end of the year, i've found myself reverting to my single life:  work till evening, head to the dojang, work out till late, come home and eat something and veg for an hour in front of the tv and sleep.  and while my body is sore most of the time, i think my headaches have subsided a bit and my mood is generally better.  go figure.

i also appear to be unmotivated without clear goals, mostly centered around some sort of competition.  i knew this about myself, but perhaps not how deeply it permeated ... but i really function better with less options. 

anyways back to the orig thought ... my IT band has always been tight, it only took me about 5 years of wrenching it to figure out what it was.  hopefully this will be a good poomsae year, with all these trips to bos and cross training, i hope it also heals instead of hurting my already battered joints. 

insensitive

After you get married, the first question people ask you is "how's married life?"  For which there isn't really a good pithy answer - I mean, I sort of go with the "can't complain...or I CAN complain but I won't" - which usually elicits a laugh and is vague enough to feel like the question was answered but not specific enough to be personal or continue conversation in that direction. 

The second question is always "so...any good news?" (as a euphemism for "are you pregnant?") 

I find it deeply annoying that "good news" equals pregnancy - I mean, it's good news in a sense, and how blessed are those who can get pregnant easily - but realistically, it's also the end of your life as you know it, and the beginning of a lot of stress and severe financial burden.  Not to mention 9 months of varying discomfort and an excrutiating torturous finale.  (If my future child or children ever find this blog, just a disclaimer not to take any of this personally - in fact this should be proof of how much I love you because bringing you into existenc was a long and sucky process.  You can thank me later - I love vacations on the beach - no flowers please.)

That being said, I think it's highly insensitive to ask about pregnancies.  Not that I'm pregnant.  But I know a lot of people who are, and a lot of people who'd like to be.  And a lot of people who had or are having trouble. 

It's like ... why would you ask a single girl when she's getting married?  Or how things are going on the dating front?  Unless you're a close friend, I don't think there's much right to ask such things.  It's like asking someone what their salary is, or what a student scored on his/her SAT's.  Or how much you weigh.  (I personally don't mind divulging my weight, but apparently others do). 

Here's my litmus:  if we're not close enough that I know either your salary, your test scores, or your true weight - then I'm not going to ask someone if they're pregnant.  I mean seriously, I was getting really annoyed for my friends who were trying to get prego and couldn't, but were constantly getting asked. 

As for my parents I just told them that the more they asked, the less I was inclined.  Since I've been known to spite them (reference the standing threat to marry a white guy if they kept pestering me about getting married), they've backed off.

Speaking of which - that irked me to no end as well.  When I was single, my parents would constantly harass me about dating.  As if I was slamming the door in the faces of the suitors lined up at my doorstep to court me.  Please.  The constant reminders were so unhelpful - sheez they're lucky I got married at all. 

Anyhow, that would be the peeve of the day.  Seriously people - a little noonchi please. 

That being said, I've also realized that along with seasonal affectedness, I have workout withdrawal that borders on uselessness.  I forget that endorphins give you a high - and apparently just how much of my nonstop life was dependent on those workouts in order to have enough energy to get thru everything else.  Who would've thought?  But there's just nothing like that feeling of dripping with sweat and knowing you have no energy left ... or rather, nothing like the feeling AFTER that when you can stop and just let the sweat drip and feel everything burn.  Hopefully the new jump rope workout on Thursdays will bring some of that back ... it's a little sad how we can't do everything we used to do, but fun to have dodo back in the dj.