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Nov. 9th, 2003 06:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tylikWushu was fun. Wushu indeed was so much fun that the end of the class found me trying to convince Michael that we should run through junior longfist one more time, just for kicks. Not even a hint of asthma. Though Zach's warmups were particularly twisted -- after our standard laps and tricks, it was... tumbling class! I can do forward rolls and shoulder rolls really fast, one after the other, but most of the more involved stunts were too scary for me. (Get into bridge -- and then race! Fall like a board and catch yourself on your elbows! Show off your kip ups! Walk on your hands! Uh, yeah...!)
I really need to spend some time with a mat practicing cartwheels and things. I think my shoulder is up for cartwheels, but it's going to take some practice. Preferably very far away from observers.
The kids were great. I told them how I wanted them to split up turns leading combinations, and then when Shifu came over to drill them they did it without any discussion or prompting. (Of course, that was the younger girls' turn, who tend to be well organized. Half of the boys are competing to lead combination six. I wonder how long before they clue in to the fact that the ones who play tricks trying to get it never do...) Next class I'm grabbing Michael to lead the first combination of every set, and we're going to do some shouting practice -- the one problem we're having is that it's a noisy gym, and some of the kids just don't get the volume to be heard, and you really need that for the group to be synchronized.
I've apparently acchieved general flunky status, and got to organize orders for people who wanted long sleeved shirts and sweetshirts. That's another thing -- even with the heaters that I'm allergic to, the gym tends to be a bit cold. The parents all wear coats, the older students mostly start off with sweatshirts and end up stripped down and dripping. And people say things like "you must be freezing!" The kids all want sweatshirts, I think, but more for reasons of fashion than practicality.
And now I'm home for a quiet evening. I'm thinking of putting all my fabric into sturdy plastic chests and storing it in the garage. It seems pretty symbolic of changes in my life, somehow -- I'm certainly not giving up on doing anything with it, but it just doesn't make sense to have it taking up that much space in my study anymore. Writing, and stretching, and clearing out my work space. Mm.
I really need to spend some time with a mat practicing cartwheels and things. I think my shoulder is up for cartwheels, but it's going to take some practice. Preferably very far away from observers.
The kids were great. I told them how I wanted them to split up turns leading combinations, and then when Shifu came over to drill them they did it without any discussion or prompting. (Of course, that was the younger girls' turn, who tend to be well organized. Half of the boys are competing to lead combination six. I wonder how long before they clue in to the fact that the ones who play tricks trying to get it never do...) Next class I'm grabbing Michael to lead the first combination of every set, and we're going to do some shouting practice -- the one problem we're having is that it's a noisy gym, and some of the kids just don't get the volume to be heard, and you really need that for the group to be synchronized.
I've apparently acchieved general flunky status, and got to organize orders for people who wanted long sleeved shirts and sweetshirts. That's another thing -- even with the heaters that I'm allergic to, the gym tends to be a bit cold. The parents all wear coats, the older students mostly start off with sweatshirts and end up stripped down and dripping. And people say things like "you must be freezing!" The kids all want sweatshirts, I think, but more for reasons of fashion than practicality.
And now I'm home for a quiet evening. I'm thinking of putting all my fabric into sturdy plastic chests and storing it in the garage. It seems pretty symbolic of changes in my life, somehow -- I'm certainly not giving up on doing anything with it, but it just doesn't make sense to have it taking up that much space in my study anymore. Writing, and stretching, and clearing out my work space. Mm.
