Nunchucks

Can I ask you a personal question?

When you hear the name "Michaelangelo" what do you think of:

A) The master renaissance painter whose inspired frescos have made the walls of the sistine chapel the crowning glory of the Vatican?

Or,

B) The nunchuck-weilding cartoon "hero in a half shell" who wore his orange mask with pride and ate gross amounts of pizza without abandon?

Well, I felt much more like the later character than the former when I had my first experience with nunchucks in my Tae Kwon Do class this morning. They're really fun but really difficult to control. Again, all the 8 year-old around me were effortless masters at the skill, whereas I was (again) the flailing clown who incurred numerous bruises during practice. Who knew coordination could be so important?

There were, however, some other developments today: we did some kicking practice, which offered me an opportunity to demonstrate the limited skills I garnered in Toronto prior to my grand departure. So I can kick, and I proved that today. I am by no means good, but I do have some power there (which is liberating to remember and utilize). So things are looking up in the general learning-to-kick-ass department.