There were some signs that I shouldn’t go to Karate training today. [Meaning, a year ago, when this post was written. â€â€Luke] Starting from the morning on…
#1
We were doing our traditional sunny morning exercise at the beach. After Yoga, the family did Tai Chi. I, on the other hand, decided to try full front flips.
I did many successful ones, but the thing with doing flips is you have to be 100% committed and sure that you can do it. Any shred of fear will probably land you on your head. a few times I’d start running to build up speed but just at the moment of launch (if you know what I mean), I’d get a small feeling of uncertainty, which means I’d have to start over. Well, after a few times of that, I thought, “Kyle, I’m just gonna do it no matter what.” So I ran and jumped. As you’d expect from blindly jumping, I didn’t get enough spin and landed partially on my head/shoulder (fortunately, more on my shoulder than head). I’m glad I did some neck stretches beforehand. Anyway, that wasn’t good. Strike 1!
#2
Later that day, we were stringing up up network cable from our house to our Grandma’s house. We had to get up on the carport. Luke took the sensible approach by using a ladder to get up onto the carport. However, I had the brilliant idea of jumping up, clinging onto the edge of the ‘port and hoisting myself up. Hey, it worked a few years ago.
But not today. It was extra challenging this time. But I pushed through, climbed up, and bloodied both of my elbows in the process. St-eee-rike 2!
#3
Finally, I noticed that the chicken scratch (which the ducks eat, along with lettuce, snails, and other fine delicacies) trough was running low so I went to the bucket (where we store the scratch) to fill it up. However, the bucket was empty, so I got a big bag of chicken scratch and a knife to open it. I went into the greenhouse to get the knife we have there. It’s a small 2.5″ blade (roughly same length for handle) used for cutting apples, tomatoes ‘n such. It is sheathed in a small piece of rubber water hose (the green kind). I took the knife out of the sheath and cut open the scratch bag. After pouring the food into the bucket, I slipped the knife back into the sheath. I was just about to smartly tap the knife into the sheath to kind of, you know, lock it in. But then I suddenly realized that 1, the end of the sheath was facing my palm. 2, the the knife was already fully in place, which means a sharp tap would send the blade into my hand. I caught myself just in time so no harm done. But still, strike 3!
And to top it off…
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. That’s never a good start.
So, after all that, I realized that it probably wasn’t the best day to go up to UCSC for Karate training.
