I Am A Martial Artist

Here I am at home in my uniform post-TKD class holding my belt. A little red and sweaty but really happy.
Here I am at home in my uniform post-TKD class holding my belt. A little red and sweaty but really happy.

I am a martial artist.

I’ve been hesitant using those words, afraid of incurring the wrath of MMA dudebros because I’m far from the picture of idealized female martial artists. I got my black belt in Taekwondo when I was 18, after practicing on & off for 6 years or so. I was at the dojang every day, and left it behind when I went off to college.

Over the next 20-odd years I tried to go back, and finally did in November of 2017. I was at my highest weight ever, had gotten some scary news from the doctor, and I needed to start moving again. I am not a runner, a walker, a yogi, or a gym person in any way. But martial arts, I can do. Fast forward, I’ve released nearly 50 lbs since I started and I’m feeling better in every way.

The physical benefits are only a small part of why I love martial arts. All my life, I’ve felt powerless, and unable to take control . As a woman, and one that takes up “too much room” according to society, I feel powerful when I practice. I am not too much, too loud, nor do I “think too much” in class. I am a student and an assistant instructor. I am confident, strong, and capable. In a world where things rarely make sense, TKD makes sense.

And I can kick some serious ass.

I highly recommend martial arts – any of them – to everyone, especially those who identify as female, non-binary or otherwise not-male. Fitness is a secondary benefit. Confidence, taking up space, grounding, being able to protect yourself, and the feeling of power far outweigh any physical benefits.

Hello 2019

I was ready to go conquer 2019 on the 2nd of January. Then on the 3rd, family drama got me riled up and I kicked a box I thought was empty with all my might.

The box was full. Of 50 lbs worth of steel-encased studio monitors (aka f-ing heavy speakers).

And I broke the third and fourth metatarsals of my right foot.

What a way to start the new year. Stuck in a “walking” boot for the next 6-8 weeks, and banned from intense activity (I’m already missing my TKD classes) until around the end of March.

So I’m taking it as a sign to slow down and finally deal with stuff I’ve been putting off, as like resurrecting this site, making more art, and figuring out what to do next.

So here’s to 2019. May you suck less than you already do…