Hmm, well, it probably comes as no surprise to anyone to discover that I haven't been as good at updating my blog as I intended. After only two weeks of adhering (just about) to my goal of at least one post a week, I got waylaid, distracted and lets be honest, rather lazy. So I'm going to try to make up the three weeks I've missed with a few extra posts over the next few weeks, and hopefully I'll be more disciplined about it.
As for the Krav Maga...haha...yes, right, well then, do you remember how I've mentioned before that I always seem to get demotivated with martial arts classes very soon after joining up? Well, I left a few minutes late for my second KMG class the following week, and for the duration of the drive in (an hour, by the way) I was debating whether or not I was bothered to go or not, but kept telling myself that I had to push myself with it, and keep it up for a little while longer to give it a fair go. Parked the car, and was walking towards the hall where it's held when I reached a part of the path where I could see in through the window. The class was already in full swing, with about ten huge hairy fellas standing in a circle practising kicks. The nice, reasonably sized beginner I was paired with the week before wasn't there and I think I probably stood there for a minute wrestling with my conscience before deciding that I didn't really want to get sent through a wall by a guy three or four times my size. And that was the end of that. Now, I mean no disrespect to the big hairy guys - they're not the kind of lads you want to go around upsetting anyway - I'm sure that they are decent blokes and I really should have given them and the whole thing more of a chance, but what can you do, my mind had been made up.
In other news I've begun a ten-week Irish Sign Language course, just to keep me learning something. A good few people have asked why I'm doing it, but it's just something I've wanted to understand better for a long time now, and I enjoy the one hour and fifteen minute lesson on a Saturday afternoon. The only thing is that, just like with my school and college work in days of yore, I just don't seem to be able to motivate myself to do the study for it the rest of the week, and end up trying to cram it on Saturday morning.
So, it would seem that this leopard hasn't successfully re-spotted itself yet. However, on the baby steps front I have been managing a bit better, as after clearing out my room of nearly all junk and rubbish at the start of January, I have succeeded in keeping it tidy since then, making an effort not to leave clothes and letters and all the useless bits of paper that always seem accumulate in my pockets lying on the dresser or bed or floor, but rather sending each to its proper place when I'm finished with it. A small victory for Discipline in an otherwise one-sided battle against Chaos.
