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la_belle_laide) wrote2009-01-07 10:36 pm
la_belle_laide) wrote2009-01-07 10:36 pm
day 2 of college and some Kung Fu raving
Today was, err, umm, interesting. I got up at the unholy hour of 6:30 when it was still pitch-ass black outside, and pouring rain. I know a lot of people "don't do mornings," but I take it ridiculously hard when I have to get up early. It's like torture. Merely saying that it sucks a whole bouquet of dicks does not begin to cover my feelings on it. Then, the ride in is an hour and a half long. That stuff about rush hour on the LIE> That is not a myth.
I had a really long-ass class that more or less boggled my mind and made me do a lot of "huh?" Most of the students in there have already graduated a massage program and are moving on to acupuncture / OM so they're familiar with this stuff. me, not so much. I was feeling a little disheartened by some of the ideas that were being rapid-fired at me, also. It's not based in science, so I question everything. So much of the terminology was in Chinese, and she went on for about four hours and I took pages and pages of notes and felt very confused and at the end of it all she was like, "So do you all have that?" I asked her if we would be going over that stuff again and she seemed a little flummoxed, almost like, "We just did go over it."
I foresee a lot of studying by myself on this.
At home, I looked up a few things that were unclear to me. I came across an article calling acupuncture a sham and, and pointing to this one study in which people with chronic back pain did so much better after real acupuncture, but a control group had fake acupuncture and did just as well. That irked me and I thought about it most of the day.
Then, later in Kung Fu while discussing this with The Lady Chrysanthemum, I had the epiphany that the placebo effect doesn't just work for acupuncture, but for western medicine, too. The sugar pill did just as much good as the regular pill, even better if the color was a cool color.
I think I don't have to necessarily believe that it works because the pericardium is magically connected to some mysterious organ that doesn't actually exist, just as long as my answers are correct and I can't argue with the results. No one actually argues that it doesn't work. They're just not sure exactly how.
So anyway, that exhausted me and I was sitting there wondering if I had the spit to go to Kung Fu tonight, which is a ridiculous question because I hate to miss it and I know I always feel tons better after a good Kung Fu class. Well, tonight was the BOMB. One might even go so far as to say it was the bomb diggity. We did lots of kicks, including cut kicks and back kicks, which I love and I try hard to get right. Sometimes I'm way off the mark and sometimes I think I do okay. Tonight was a night when I felt like I was doing okay and that makes me stupidly happy. Oh man, it was quick paced and I was getting that tiredness that doesn't last, but quickly turns into this mad kind of exultation that I can't really describe to someone who's never been there. At first you get a little winded and you think, "Gosh, this is tiring." And then a few minutes later, you get this energy surge and with it come the endorphins, they just stampede you.
But I don't know, it's more than just endorphins because I used to work out some, and as tired as I would get, I never would hit that, I dunno, I can only call it the Kung Fu-gasm. Maybe it has more to do with doing an actual discipline rather than just jogging in place. I don't really know. While working out, I can feel great, and healthy, and happy. But only certain times can I feel like it's totally right.
Difficult to explain.
And that was just in basics. In blackbelt class we did more Small Wheel drills and then partnered up to do a drill based on it. In this one we had a throw, which is always exciting. Anyway I got to work with the Gold Dragon and he's really great to work with, because he can actually get me some air time if he really tries, and he also doesn't break my neck. He stops to help me a lot, too.
By the end of classes like these, my hair looks like birds might fly out of it. Kind of hilarious.
And now, after this hugely long and confusing and ultimately satisfying day, I'm so frigging tired that I want to sleep with a vengeance. Like, power sleeping. And I know as soon as I put down my book (I have to read before I go to sleep,) I'm going to be like BAM! so hard asleep that it won't even be true. The Gods of Sleep will look at me and be like "Damn, girl."
And tomorrow I'm off so I can go shopping because I have NOTHING in the house. No molecules, no atoms, no quarks, no time. NOTHING. It's a supermassive black hole of negative groceries.
It's really time for me to shut up! ^_^
I had a really long-ass class that more or less boggled my mind and made me do a lot of "huh?" Most of the students in there have already graduated a massage program and are moving on to acupuncture / OM so they're familiar with this stuff. me, not so much. I was feeling a little disheartened by some of the ideas that were being rapid-fired at me, also. It's not based in science, so I question everything. So much of the terminology was in Chinese, and she went on for about four hours and I took pages and pages of notes and felt very confused and at the end of it all she was like, "So do you all have that?" I asked her if we would be going over that stuff again and she seemed a little flummoxed, almost like, "We just did go over it."
I foresee a lot of studying by myself on this.
At home, I looked up a few things that were unclear to me. I came across an article calling acupuncture a sham and, and pointing to this one study in which people with chronic back pain did so much better after real acupuncture, but a control group had fake acupuncture and did just as well. That irked me and I thought about it most of the day.
Then, later in Kung Fu while discussing this with The Lady Chrysanthemum, I had the epiphany that the placebo effect doesn't just work for acupuncture, but for western medicine, too. The sugar pill did just as much good as the regular pill, even better if the color was a cool color.
I think I don't have to necessarily believe that it works because the pericardium is magically connected to some mysterious organ that doesn't actually exist, just as long as my answers are correct and I can't argue with the results. No one actually argues that it doesn't work. They're just not sure exactly how.
So anyway, that exhausted me and I was sitting there wondering if I had the spit to go to Kung Fu tonight, which is a ridiculous question because I hate to miss it and I know I always feel tons better after a good Kung Fu class. Well, tonight was the BOMB. One might even go so far as to say it was the bomb diggity. We did lots of kicks, including cut kicks and back kicks, which I love and I try hard to get right. Sometimes I'm way off the mark and sometimes I think I do okay. Tonight was a night when I felt like I was doing okay and that makes me stupidly happy. Oh man, it was quick paced and I was getting that tiredness that doesn't last, but quickly turns into this mad kind of exultation that I can't really describe to someone who's never been there. At first you get a little winded and you think, "Gosh, this is tiring." And then a few minutes later, you get this energy surge and with it come the endorphins, they just stampede you.
But I don't know, it's more than just endorphins because I used to work out some, and as tired as I would get, I never would hit that, I dunno, I can only call it the Kung Fu-gasm. Maybe it has more to do with doing an actual discipline rather than just jogging in place. I don't really know. While working out, I can feel great, and healthy, and happy. But only certain times can I feel like it's totally right.
Difficult to explain.
And that was just in basics. In blackbelt class we did more Small Wheel drills and then partnered up to do a drill based on it. In this one we had a throw, which is always exciting. Anyway I got to work with the Gold Dragon and he's really great to work with, because he can actually get me some air time if he really tries, and he also doesn't break my neck. He stops to help me a lot, too.
By the end of classes like these, my hair looks like birds might fly out of it. Kind of hilarious.
And now, after this hugely long and confusing and ultimately satisfying day, I'm so frigging tired that I want to sleep with a vengeance. Like, power sleeping. And I know as soon as I put down my book (I have to read before I go to sleep,) I'm going to be like BAM! so hard asleep that it won't even be true. The Gods of Sleep will look at me and be like "Damn, girl."
And tomorrow I'm off so I can go shopping because I have NOTHING in the house. No molecules, no atoms, no quarks, no time. NOTHING. It's a supermassive black hole of negative groceries.
It's really time for me to shut up! ^_^