If I was recruited to fill in for the Easter Bunny, I’d basically be dressed just like this…
I’d be hippity-hoppity, and happily chopity, looking for some delicious eggs to eat!
I have to say, Mr. Rogers, you let me down!
The streets here are not exactly tame, depending on the block – happy-go-lucky mindlessness and handing out “hi, neighbor!”s is a surefire way to get in (possibly serious) trouble.
When I began Martial Arts, it wasn’t because I wanted to be “badass” or that I thought I’d need to fend of a gaggle of muggers, necessarily. I was a lifetime athlete – primarily a performing one (ballroom dancing, figure skating, ballet, and the like) – and I wanted to up the ante. I wanted more power, newness, and something that combined athleticism with artistry (which figure skating, for one, manages by default.)
That said, I was enamored of Martial Arts in general from an incredibly young age. It had nothing to do with being a female, by the way – I’ve never felt that I couldn’t achieve the same thing the “boys” did, and in sports the men were more my idols than the women. The grace and fluidity were something my body already knew how to create inherently, but the power and strength of male athletes inspired me on a whole other level.
Martial Arts movies were common enough in our household – older brother = badassery. And watching them, in and of themselves, made me feel empowered – imagine being able to do those things, and hold my own, for myself?!
I didn’t start (Taekwondo, Hapkido, dabble of Kumdo) until the third decade of Life, but I still don’t think that was “too late.” My current Arts are Ninjutsu / Ninpo, and Brazilian Gracie Jui-Jitsu. I feel that the combination of the former, and being in a new, and much tougher city than those I’ve lived in before, has prompted me to develop and even stronger situational awareness. I notice my surroundings, but also am more attuned to the details – how someone is walking, if they are carrying something, if they look in shape and strong, or less able. . . It’s sort of just “there” and it makes me feel even more thankful for my training.
I can’t say whether or not my muscle memories would kick in – I certainly hope so – but I definitely know I am far more prepared than the average person, and have some chance of submitting, escaping, keeping my life. I’m also more aware in general, a direct result training with people, so I can possibly be more proactive.
It may not always be a “beautiful day in the neighborhood” much that my happy-empath spirit would like it to be. Mr. Rogers let a little me down but I picked up the slack and have trained my ass off in the last ten years just in case a “hi, neighbor” leans a little too hostile for my taste!
For Ballroom, I had to have my nails “just so” – the grooming is impeccable and it’s unheard of NOT to have gel nails (or at least ferociously long, often outlandishly wide, french manicured nails.) I opted for glittering, far more narrow tips myself…
Were I still in the sport (or perhaps even if not) I’m pretty sure I default to these unbelievable, deliciously, pointy claws.
My Martial Arts rules out such a possibility (though they could be easily utilized in Ninjutsu!) I suppose back in the day my weight lifting habit (of, now, nearly 26 years) would have also required some level of caution. . .
But still…these sharp, fresh-blood red talons are out of this world… At least to this not-so-secretly goth girl in a gi…
So…I’ve done this more times than maybe I should admit. And those incidents were WELL before I began my training. I’d love to think I was born a ninja, but I do have to work pretty hard at it… That said, I’m glad I have an inherent “ninja-like” response to a knock at the door – I’ll take what I can get.
Poached: difficult level = easy.
Anyone with “Eggs Benedict” can make them for you.
Hard Boiled: difficulty level = medium.
Most establishments have these already made for salads (easy) but it is possible (provided it is earlier in the day) to make hard-boiled eggs as well. Less concern with timing.
Medium Boiled: difficulty level = hard.
You’d think it wouldn’t be so dang difficult, but apparently IT IS. This is the way I like my eggs – so much so that it’s a default. About seven minutes give or take in already boiling water, and that’s it. Still…it’s a challenge.
Ninja Style: difficulty level = nigh impossible.
Downright sneaky little buggers (and dangerous) but the BEST preparation I know. Worth the struggle.