It's been a whole week!
Well, it's been a while since the last time I managed to get anything down. I'm amazed at how quickly time moves by, and how much can be done. Plenty of things happened this week, both at and outside of 'work'. I'll try to get to both of these. We'll see how much stamina I have...
Anyway, after getting back from UCSB last Thursday I was able to go to the Stanford-Cal TKD tournament. Since the big football rivalry is called the 'Big Game', our meet has been dubbed the 'Big Kick'. Nice, huh? Our coach is trying to put together a West Coast collegiate TKD league. Something like 8 schools or so from California, Oregon and Washington. The goal would be to have a few of these meets every year, so this event was kind of a 'test run'. The meet was at Berkeley (and let me tell you, trying to get across the bay from Stanford during rush hour is NOT a fun time. Our trip there took nearly two hours. Heading back, about 45 minutes. Sheesh.), and in addition to Stanford and Cal, we also had CSU-Hayward attending.
So...I was lucky enough to be appointed as a corner judge for the matches. If you managed to see TKD during the olympics, you'll know that there are three judges placed around the ring. The referee keeps everything fair, but the judges are the ones who award the points. And two out of three judges have to agree in order for something to be scored as a point. It's kind of neat. We use these electronic triggers to 'score' what we think is a point. It works out pretty well. Someone kicks to the body, 1 point. Kick to the head, 2 points. Hardly anybody ever punches hard enough to score a point to the body, and punching to the head is a no-no. Pretty simple, really.
The fights were great. As a judge, I've got a front row seat. The only downside is I have to pay attention the whole time, and I have to be unbiased. So...no open cheering for Stanford. It was a shame, because there were some really awesome fights, and everybody from Stanford did a great job. I don't want to bore anyone with details, but we had a couple of fights that were real nailbiters. A few that would literally come down to the last few seconds of the last round. Someone would mount an amazing comeback to pull even, then a little back and forth. All the good stuff that you hope for in a competition.
TKD is a big part of what I do outside of work, and I'm going to try to remember to bring my camera to practices, matches, etc. Hopefully I'll be able to post a few here and there.
So that was Thursday. The weekend was a lot more workout stuff. TKD sparring practice in the morning on Saturday, followed by playing (american) football in the afternoon. It was great to get out and run around outside. It was beautiful out. Awesome time, but after a couple of hours of TKD followed by a couple of hours of football, I could barely walk. My legs eventually just gave up on me. Couldn't walk on Sunday, but that's a small price to pay for fun, right?
I've gotten this idea into my head that I can get myself into better shape, so I've picked up a few other activities as well. (By the way, it's probably going to become pretty clear in a very short time that I am an absolute nut when it comes to working out. I've gotten to the point where if I don't feel sore, I feel guilty). I've started going to the track on Tuesday and Thursday mornings to run. Now, normally I hate running. Generally, I only run when I'm being chased. Well, this new project started after talking to a girl at the gym. What can I say? She's cute. But that's not the point of the story.
So...I'm talking to her and I find out that she's a runner. She's actually training with the hopes of competing in the next Olympics. She currently runs 800m in something close to 2 minutes. I nod my head, thinking "Hey, that's pretty fast" without really bothering to let the time sink in. After talking with her, I realize that's 15 seconds for every 100m. Eight times. Blew me away. That is REALLY fast. It's so fast that I really have no concept of what it means to run like that. So, I have to find out. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not expecting to go from little old me to olympic-class sprinter. It'd be nice, but that's not going to happen. I want to try to bring my time down to what I think is respectable. Fast even. And then figure out how far behind I would be if I raced her. I mean, I turn on the TV and I watch these athletes nearly blow a gasket racing each other at the olympics, and in my most egotistical moments I'll be sitting on the coach, chips in hand, and say "That's not bad". I realize I have no concept of how hard these athletes work, or how much the human body can do. So I'm going to try, in my own small way, to find out.
So that's about it for now. I've got lots more to tell, but this is starting to be a pretty long post. I'll try to update again soon, so there's not as much of a gap next time. I'm actually right in the middle of a problem in my analysis, and that's kept me pretty stressed this week. I'd like to say a little bit about it, just to kind of jot it down. Next time, k?

