Why is Taekwondo so awesome?

So I went to this Taekwondo demonstration that blew my mind. It was a great reminder of why I love this martial art so much.

She's actually a celebrity actress

She’s actually a celebrity actress

It’s not the first demo that I’ve watched, having seen others on video and youtube, but it’s the first live demo in Korea that I’ve seen. And it was amazing.

The discipline, control, and coordination was mind blowing. The precision, the skill, and the creativity too. They mixed a lot of hiphop in the TaekwonDance. Made for a very entertaining show.

They also did a number that commented on school bullying and violence. It was really well done.

One guy sang (really well) while kicking, spinning, jumping, and flipping. And he wore a sparkly uniform too. How awesome is that?

This demo made me both jealous and determined at the same time.

I have participated in demonstrations before, but nothing of this calibre. Demo teams in Canada pale in comparison to the ones here.

If you ever have the chance to watch a Taekwondo demonstration in Korea, definitely do it.

I may never participate in something so amazing, but I can train as if I will.

She dances like an ocean swell

Her feet cry red tears of passion and pain. Her muscles tremble in agony. Her back arches, her fingers drift through the air. A slender neck, proudly displaying her focused features. Long hair, primly observing from a loosening knot on her head.

It makes her feet bleed, but still she does not stop. She slips her bandaged foot back into the shoe and ties it tightly. She tests herself lightly. A small hop. It hurts, but she barely winces. Already her eyes are drawn to the bar, to the open floor, and her ears are listening for the beat. The rhythm of waves against strong cliff walls.

She stretches lightly again. Tendu. Petit battement. Grand battement.

Then she is flowing across the floor like an ocean swell. Her legs reach forward, her hair foams. Momentarily she descends, only to push off again, higher than before. She grows as her arms extend. At last she crashes onto the beach. Her feet hiss across the sand.

Then she retreats, and all that is left is a damp imprint of her momentary presence. A small displacement of sand.

Already she has returned to the sea. And she once again begins her journey to the shore.

I don’t regret my choice, but sometimes I do miss ballet. Or just dancing in general.