tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584914429174808522.post8775572965632658943..comments2017-01-01T21:41:27.905-08:00Comments on No Pouting in the Dojang: Open-Air, Open EyesCATHY CHAPATYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05499043148390154881noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584914429174808522.post-34292850159745472042010-09-27T18:02:12.521-07:002010-09-27T18:02:12.521-07:00I for one prefer to train outside, even in the 100...I for one prefer to train outside, even in the 100 degree summers that freguent Austin. There's nothing better to me than coming home with a drenched dobok and sore muscles after a great workout at the dojang. <br /><br />Some may call me crazy for enjoying my time in the heat. But I just smile and nod as they, with sweat pouring down their backs, gripe about the heat.<br /><br />It's a personal kind of achievement when you can listen to others complain and moan about the heat, and in your mind know that what they are experiencing is nothing compared to what you have gone through.<br /><br />Thanks to my years of training in an "Open-Air Dojang" I now am one of the few people with a smile on their face in the marching field. Welcoming the heat as another aspect of life.<br /><br />-Roberto HassDa Hasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11193735360788758042noreply@blogger.com