There is no playing around in his do jo. His place is not cute. He will not advance a kid up in their belts, unless they prove themselves and he thinks they really, truly deserve/earned it. There are no little birthday parties or promotions held there. Cripes, he doesn't even have air conditioning! Oh my gawd in August it's so freaking hot in there it smells like schweaty pits so bad; that place gets RIIIIIPE! But my kid and anybody else who chooses to go there, will learn how to freaking kick-box like a champ. And they will learn fast.
My daughter, is not your average-sized ten year old. She's one of the tallest in her grade and she's really thick. Kids can sometimes be mean about it (and grown-ups too) Despite being so chubby, Farrah's strong. Really strong. (She inherited her father's strength which is kind of freakish and unhuman-like) She's also a little shy and quiet. (unlike her mother) So, my daughter, never said a word, but felt really bad whenever Master Komsak would place her up against all the other little girls in her class. She started holding back, big time, afraid she would hurt somebody. When Master K realised what was going on, he switched things up and made her fight some of the older boys. Good plan for a little while, but most of them are smaller than her too and she still hesitated when having to hit/kick them. One day, Master K did a random exercise where he challenged everyone in the gym to see how far they could kick one of his work out mats. When it was Farrah's turn, she kicked it so hard it wound up in the freaking locker room- nobody could believe it! (He even gave it to her- to keep as a little prize) After that, he decided he would be the one to spar with Farrah. But he made her promise NOT to hold back.
I have to say, my girls have made me proud many, many times in the past, for many different reasons. But I have never been so proud of my daughter as I was the day I saw how much that kid had really been holding back and what she was capable of. HOLY CRAP!
When they were done, Master was winded. Winded! My chubby kid winded a Grand Champion.(Wouldn't that make a great bumper sticker?) All excited, in his broken English and with a gleam in his eye, he came over to talk to The Husband and I about Farrah and her skillz.
He told us, that since Farrah was a lefty, and there aren't that many in the kick-boxing world, if she keeps doing what she's doing, she could become, wait for it: "UNSTOPPABLE!"
|Sorry for the pic quality, but this was an action shot and I'm photograph challenged.|
Farrah is sparring with Master K in the background.
|Here's a nice shot of the kids warming up. And the little size difference I talked about.|
I thought The Husband was going to burst. I have to admit, I was pretty much ready to burst with pride myself. I am so happy she was able to find something physical she loves to do. Not only does she love it, but excels at it. And that's something no mean kid or grown up can ever take away from her.