Somehow we survived the six inches of snow without resorting to cannibalism.  Snow isn’t the problem now-instead, it’s just cold.  Temperatures are below zero at night, with highs in the teens.  The weather is great incentive to make it to class, where I can work up a good sweat.  I do have to make sure I warm up and stretch, though, because I feel like I’ll snap like a twig otherwise.

Our master instructor is away this month.  I am the next highest ranking person, but rather than teach the classes myself I’ve been able to turn them over to some of our younger instructors.  They have been doing a phenomenal job, in both the kids’ and adult classes.  It’s great to see that the standards can be maintained.

Personally, I’ve been having a blast.  I’m learning a new art, Hoejeon Moosool, and having a lot of fun in Taekwondo.  I still don’t understand why I like this stuff, but I do.  Even with all of the aches and pains, I came out of class every night this week pumped up and excited to go back for more.  It’s a testament to the quality of our training, certainly, but also to the people-both instructors and students-that are part of this club.  Thank you Grandmaster Johnson for making the great club that I remember even better than it was.

Now to be a Debbie Downer.  My beloved Steelers lost their second Super Bowl.  The last time this happened, it took them nearly fifteen years to make it back to that game and win it.  I was lucky enough to attend that game in Detroit, and I hope I don’t have to wait another fifteen years for them to win another one.

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