So. It was like a year and a half ago when I started exercising. Together with a friend, I started with walks. Then we went to the gym a couple of times a week. Then we added Kung-Fu to our life.
That went like this: My friend discovered Kung Fu nearby. I always loved martial arts and practised Jiu Jitsu for a while. But when I got pretty depressed and I was running towards a burn out at work, I just stopped going. It felt like I didn’t belong there, there was not really a click with the others. Easy and enough reasons to drop out.
I wasn’t that convinced, but I knew it would be good and exercise is so important to stay healthy , also mentally, I figured I better try.
My friend went for a class and somehow I didn’t go that first time, but she convinced me in the end. I wasn’t feeling to sure about it, but why exactly I do not know. Maybe it’s because I always feel like I’m a bit of a failure and I’m ashamed of myself. Not sure.
On a friday evening I went. My friend, super-enthusiastic and moving with rocket-speed on the bike, me trying to keep up with this monsterous pace.
And so we ended up going twice a week to kung fu.
So that’s were we started to learn a lot of stuf. Like tornado-kicks.
Tornado-kicks are impressive-looking. The others moved and kicked so smoothly.
Of course we had to do this too. My friend tried some kicks and her leg really came above her head. But that’s not how it went for me:
I am way, way less flexible. I’m definitely not a talent. But hey, I tried to do my best.
And that’s what counts, right?
Even during warming up, I was always the one who could not keep up or do certain exercises. Even after months, it was still like this.
With kicks, with punches, with moves, it just took me a while and I always felt like I was way less good. But I knew it was good for me, so I kept going. Kept trying.