I didn't blanch at last night's 2 mile run. In fact, I finished fourth which is more a testament to my endurance than to my speed (anyone who knows me will vouch for the veracity of this statement).
I was positively jubilant when Mrs. H announced that the Bully of my Belt Rank is NOT a black belt candidate! And another candidate was also kicked off the team--so we were down 2 students before we even ran. The fact that the Bully isn't testing meant I got paired with J, a man both bigger and older than I, but we've been together since white belt so I trust him and despite the size disparity, we'll partner well for the next 2 months. I'm very relieved by this because if I'd been paired with the Bully, well, I'm pretty positive I'd end up at the doctor's office with a broken bone. Seriously.
We came back inside after running for 40 minutes.
I didn't think anything when assigned my permanent spot on the floor.
Then I noticed they had locked the doors and removed the clocks.
And then Mrs. H told Mr. O, "Get the buckets."
You see, I'd always thought the whole bucket thing was a rumor--surely no one worked out so hard that they puked.
Color me wrong. And pale. (No, I didn't puke--but knowing it happens so frequently that they set out buckets in advance chilled my blood.)
Two hours of strenuous training, interrupted by disciplinary push ups and sit ups and cardio when the younger kids testing messed up--which was often.
I totally understand their need to be harsh. The demand for perfection and knowledge. I didn't cry, complain, roll my eyes or quit. I did think, If I had gone through this before Mr. T, there's no way I'd have let him test. No way I'd let him endure this.
Rehydrating and trying to get the cramps out of my calves before 1:30 this afternoon.