"I had gymnastics to beat the hell out of me," Maxxie said. "And our ballet instructor was an absolute brat. We could be winning golds on the floor, and lauded all over the place for our grace of our movement, and we still wouldn't be good enough for her."
She spun, the skirt she'd worn specifically for this -- because you just couldn't dance like this in slacks -- swirling out around her knees. "I like TKD because it's different. There are dance like parts, and things that have to be precise, but it's different at the same time. Which might just be because it's mine."
The way they spun around was perfect, in her mind. So nice to get out and just do this, let the music spin through her mind and her feet move in the ways they were supposed to. It wasn't the same as a good tumbling run, but in so many ways was much more relaxing. "And the beating people up can come in handy if it's necessary. The whole point about TKD is sense before self-defense. No hitting unless there isn't another way around it."