In other news, I'm testing for my black belt on April 10. My instructor sprang the news on me on Monday. I'm scared. I don't know if I'm ready. I'm worried about the PT part, which will involve running a couple miles and doing lots of push-ups and sit-ups. This is supposed to be done before the testing. I will be testing at a seminar, so maybe they will dispense with this as it would seriously disrupt the whole thing. There will be about 4-5 black belts testing for their second degree black belts. Another guy in class didn't have to do the PT part when he tested. Still, I'm concerned. I hope I do well. I feel much more confident of my overall fighting ability than I did as a Tang Soo Do black belt. Still, getting the black belt will be a big jump to another level. It's like hitting a plateau in sports, say throwing shot put. You can throw to 29 feet, but just can't quite make 30 feet. so you practice and practice and practice until one day, you get 30 feet. Then after that, you don't throw under 30 feet any more.
But if I don't make it, I will just test later. I know what I'm good at and what I'm weak at. I'm not going to let it upset me. I've already gotten a black belt before and even though this one will mean more, I know that things will be tougher and I will really have to deserve it. And that makes me feel better about the possibility of not making it. I'd rather not make it than get it and not deserve it.
I'm eating apple pie, ham, peach yogurt and watching Smallville. It's the episode I'd missed this year.