Yesterday while the kids were in school, Char and I went to the dojang to work out. It was the first time she's attempted anything TKD since her accident, and even though the doctor initially said it would be at least a year before she could get back to it, she's progressed quicker than predicted and since she handled skiing without too many painful moments, she wanted to give a light workout a try. Fifteen to twenty minutes tops, she said.

Muscle memory is a terrific thing; her kicks are lower, she has less power, but technically she's still right on the money. She still has balance, and was able to stand there on one leg while going through a series of kicks with the other. Front-round-side-hook, over and over. She didn't attempt anything that would get her off the ground, nor make contact with anything, but the fifteen minutes she intended turned into an hour. She was in pain when she finally decided she'd had enough, but it wasn't an easy workout; she went at it hard, a lot harder than I'd expected.

Her goal right now is to build up the endurance to make it through a class as a student, and then eventually get back onto the floor teaching a class or two a week.

That's our limit now; one or two classes each a week, preferably on the days when the kids are taking classes. We're enjoying the family time too much to go back to daily classes, and the kids are really liking the down time and just hanging out with friends after school. That might change when spring sports begin, but for now, they're only at the dojang twice a week, and Kevin has his dance classes.

By the way, that kid is getting pretty good at it. Alex went with us yesterday and watched for a while, and he may just be a little bit regretful that he didn't give it more of a try, especially now that Kevin isn't taking ballet. Or that look on his face may have been brotherly pride at seeing Kevin dance that close with a girl and looking very comfortable with it.