TKD Test

I don't have any pictures of myself, however here are some choice shots from today's adventure in Wonderland. As expected, I was the only foreigner to be found at the competition and I was the "talk of the town" -- or so it seemed anyways. I still can't speak or understand Korean, but with all of the pointing, following, touching, screaming and laughing, I seemed to be causing some sort of commotion. Maybe I had toilet paper sticking out of my Dobok. Who knows...

The results of the test are unknown as of yet, but I can say that I was so nervous I barely remember what I did after stepping onto the mats. I know I fought with some girl, and I think I did some kicking and presented my Poomse. But honestly, I couldn't really say. I guess I'll find out in the coming weeks. I do remember enjoying the fighting. I wish I had the opportunity to do that more often! Apparently in both Rugby and Taekwondo I enjoy the kicking-the-shit-out-of-someone-else factor very much. Odd, a bit scary, but True...