Earlier in the day, I remembered seeing my peer’s faces radiate with excitement as they walked into the building as I begrudgingly dragged my feet in. Today was my yellow belt, and my very first, taekwondo promotional test. Taekwondo was my first attempt at an organized sport since last year’s fifth grade basketball camp. I had been reluctant to join another sports activity since then because I remembered the embarrassment of missing a simple layup in a drill. My profound fear of failure was my metal restraint into joining any teams. Thus my father, who was a firm believer in a man’s essential need for confidence, signed me up for taekwondo, much to my chagrin.
However, I had surprisingly enjoyed my first month of taekwondo and today is my first genuine …show more content…
I lashed out with my left foot but my skepticism caused me to hesitate at the last moment and the board stood strong against my assault. Once again I felt the familiar feeling of failure start to creep into my whole body. I could feel my sweat creeping and crawling its way into my eyes where they mixed with the small tears that were materializing in the corner of my eyes. Although the crowd behind me were all yelling encouragements, the only noise I could hear was the muffled yet urgent pounding of my heart.The building, Ko’s Martial Arts Academy, felt ten degrees hotter than it typically did and I felt like a sheep in a wolf’s clothing with my loose taekwondo uniform on. However, my frustration of failing once again proved to be the catalyst that I needed to exhibit my inner strength. Taking a deep breath and drawing in any strands of energy I had left in my body, I clinched my fists and lashed out my left leg fiercely along with an unexpected shout that came from my throat. I felt contact, then air, and almost lost my balance, however, after turning around I saw my enemy was split clean in
However, I had surprisingly enjoyed my first month of taekwondo and today is my first genuine …show more content…
I lashed out with my left foot but my skepticism caused me to hesitate at the last moment and the board stood strong against my assault. Once again I felt the familiar feeling of failure start to creep into my whole body. I could feel my sweat creeping and crawling its way into my eyes where they mixed with the small tears that were materializing in the corner of my eyes. Although the crowd behind me were all yelling encouragements, the only noise I could hear was the muffled yet urgent pounding of my heart.The building, Ko’s Martial Arts Academy, felt ten degrees hotter than it typically did and I felt like a sheep in a wolf’s clothing with my loose taekwondo uniform on. However, my frustration of failing once again proved to be the catalyst that I needed to exhibit my inner strength. Taking a deep breath and drawing in any strands of energy I had left in my body, I clinched my fists and lashed out my left leg fiercely along with an unexpected shout that came from my throat. I felt contact, then air, and almost lost my balance, however, after turning around I saw my enemy was split clean in