When I was a little girl I was never in sports for the obvious reason. If I couldn't stand still for more than a few seconds, if at all, there is no way that I could dribble a basketball down the court, slide into home plate or run hurdles in track. That's why it is really hard for me to believe that I have joined Steve and the girls in their Martial Arts class on Wednesday nights.
My supportive, optimistic instructor new me when I was unable to walk and depended on my scooter to get around. I'm sure that's why he is so patient and understanding while I have been learning to stand on one leg and attempt kicks. At the end of every class I have a very strong sense of accomplishment. Tonight was no different.
This evening we worked on defending ourselves if some one attacks us and gets our back to the ground. Steve and I were paired up and I was pinned to the ground. Our instructor walked me though what to do, and in the end I had my legs wrapped around Steve's neck, squeezing it as hard as I could. I had such a mix of emotions. I couldn't help but giggle, because of the obvious, but I realized how far I have come this past year.
Just over a year ago, my legs didn't allow me to stand on my own. They were weak and unreliable. Now here I am gaining strength, little by little trying to take my husband down in Martial Arts. I am actually participating in a sport. Not just any sport...Martial Arts.