Weekend of Amazement
I really don't know how to describe this past weekend, but i'll try.
Drove up to Ohio on Friday night to attend a Dan Inosanto Seminar. There was a tiny hitch Friday night at the hotel, mostly with me being angry, but I soon got over it by the next day. The school the seminar was being held at was slightly overbooked for it's size. There were about 50 of us there and the only air conditioning was two window units. So hot, so sweaty, but it was also really good for our muscles, helping them to relax and stretch. We'd warm up, train for 6 hours with short breaks while Guru Inosanto related an ancedote or background info on the art or technique we were training.
Since the Inosanto Academy of Martial Arts encompasses about 20 different arts, at least, we were exposed to quite a few of them through out the weekend. I'm in love with Silat, which dates back to Alexander the Great's time, developed from arts/systems from India, Northern China, Persia, and Siam. Mostly I love how they kick, from sitting down or kneeling. Or learning how to disarm and combat someone using only your feet!
Yes, we were tired when we were done, but it was a good tired, with very little ache, at least for me. The hotel had a hot tub, so we'd soak in that for a while, shower. Saturday night met up with a friend, Ame, who lives in town, then went out to dinner at the Old Spaghetti Factory where I finally met Meg who was working there that evening. A few drinks were had, cheeky remarks, but plenty of laughter.
Sunday the training continued, then we were given certificates for completing the seminar, then chitchatted with a few people we met there, then made the long drive home.
It was so nice to just focus on training for two days, it really helped clear the mind. To be cliche, it was good for the body, good for the soul. It was two days I wasn't concerned or thinking about things that bothered me, mostly the ex and the cheating.
I won't ever say the fact he cheated on me doesn't matter. 'Cause it did. In a big way. I've made the best out of the situation by making myself a stronger and better person. But now, I finally and honestly feel like -he- doesn't matter to me.
A great and troublesome weight is gone.
Drove up to Ohio on Friday night to attend a Dan Inosanto Seminar. There was a tiny hitch Friday night at the hotel, mostly with me being angry, but I soon got over it by the next day. The school the seminar was being held at was slightly overbooked for it's size. There were about 50 of us there and the only air conditioning was two window units. So hot, so sweaty, but it was also really good for our muscles, helping them to relax and stretch. We'd warm up, train for 6 hours with short breaks while Guru Inosanto related an ancedote or background info on the art or technique we were training.
Since the Inosanto Academy of Martial Arts encompasses about 20 different arts, at least, we were exposed to quite a few of them through out the weekend. I'm in love with Silat, which dates back to Alexander the Great's time, developed from arts/systems from India, Northern China, Persia, and Siam. Mostly I love how they kick, from sitting down or kneeling. Or learning how to disarm and combat someone using only your feet!
Yes, we were tired when we were done, but it was a good tired, with very little ache, at least for me. The hotel had a hot tub, so we'd soak in that for a while, shower. Saturday night met up with a friend, Ame, who lives in town, then went out to dinner at the Old Spaghetti Factory where I finally met Meg who was working there that evening. A few drinks were had, cheeky remarks, but plenty of laughter.
Sunday the training continued, then we were given certificates for completing the seminar, then chitchatted with a few people we met there, then made the long drive home.
It was so nice to just focus on training for two days, it really helped clear the mind. To be cliche, it was good for the body, good for the soul. It was two days I wasn't concerned or thinking about things that bothered me, mostly the ex and the cheating.
I won't ever say the fact he cheated on me doesn't matter. 'Cause it did. In a big way. I've made the best out of the situation by making myself a stronger and better person. But now, I finally and honestly feel like -he- doesn't matter to me.
A great and troublesome weight is gone.