From the Lost Scrolls of Seoul

In training with the kids, I've stumbled upon an ancient Korean secret...

...the Universal Kick!

This forbidden technique refers to a state of kicking nirvana wherein the roundhouse, front, and side kick are indistinguishable from one another. And it can only attack at shin level for some reason. And involves the ingestion of an Advil smoothie or three to compensate for the uber-sore hamstrings and obliques. And can only be performed by those above 30.

Watch out, evildoers! Combined with the Quivering Palm of Doom, nothing short of an 8 year old can stop me.

...and life to go!

oh yeah. I'm sore. And I was as coordinated as a drunken salaryman stumbling out of a karoke bar after one too many. Ah, yesterday's lesson; the one take away I have is, "Boy I'm...not good."

Those were muscles I definitely don't use often. Last time I used those fibers were when I had a cup of Grande mocha in one hand, my laptop in another, and I jammed my foot into the security door before it closed shut.

No longer 25, but guess I'll hold on to 35 for as long as I can!

Because I'm a ninja that's why

I took the plunge. I'm gonna join my kids in training. I've been putting it off forever, using excuses like, "Well Daddy would LOVE to train with you, but they won't let him. Not since they outlawed his siganture Quivering Palm of Doom (tm) !!"

But excuses no more. I start Monday at 7:15pm. In the meantime, the other parents sent me a training video to study over the weekend: