I got my third degree black belt this past Monday. This was my first rank promotion in 12 years, so it’s been a while. Monday just happened to be one of the hottest days of the year, and the gym wasn’t air conditioned. Only four of us were testing – myself, two who got their black belts, and one who got his yellow belt. As I type this, the knuckles on my right hand are bruised, but it’s not that bad. I think it happened on the speed break punch during my three-stationed break.
Chibana Kong Sang Koon.
Speed break. The board snapped and I bruised my knuckles.
Side kick break.
Scissor takedown (1).
Scissor takedown (2).
Scissor takedown (3).
Scissor takedown (4).
Jump kick.
Another jump kick.
Choon bee.
Making my speech.
As he tied on my belt, Master Lee made a comment about me drinking too much beer.
My vow to keep training.
Master Lee.
My parents.
I told Miriam and Devorah I would chop someone’s head off.
Club photo.
My new belt.
My new certificate.
There was blood. This isn’t mine, though.
Thanks for taking these photos, Wai!