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There's nothing quite like walking a mile in a downpour and arriving at my destination (mostly) dry to make me feel like a member of a superior species. You animals think you're something, with your wings and fangs and sonar? I have Gore-Tex. Take that!
So I was already feeling pretty tough when I arrived at the dojo. The first few rolls were so smooth, they felt like slow motion. Second technique of the night was sankyo, and my partner was a guy who always seems to be out to prove something. Hard and fast in a way that's more violent than fun, and I often feel unsafe training with him. Tonight my inner voice piped up and told me that if I'm such hot shit, I should be able to take ukemi safely regardless of what he's doing. So I did.
The hour flew by with joy and grace, my whole body feeling like it had just had its hinges freshly oiled and its gyroscope polished. Randori at the end, and I was fluid and tireless.
After class, I asked Michael to help me work something out. Yesterday when we were working on tsuki iriminage, I noticed that during the blend I tended to get my legs crossed and my hips not turned enough. As long as I kept moving, the technique still worked, but now is the time to clean those things up. We spent half an hour just working on how to take that one step, and I still don't have it.
Anno Sensei, from a seminar a few years ago: "They're your own legs. You should be able to move them freely."
I'm just hoping there's progress stored up in my legs and brain and they're waiting for me to go to sleep so that they can talk to each other and get an implementation plan going.
I feel considerably less suprerior now.
So I was already feeling pretty tough when I arrived at the dojo. The first few rolls were so smooth, they felt like slow motion. Second technique of the night was sankyo, and my partner was a guy who always seems to be out to prove something. Hard and fast in a way that's more violent than fun, and I often feel unsafe training with him. Tonight my inner voice piped up and told me that if I'm such hot shit, I should be able to take ukemi safely regardless of what he's doing. So I did.
The hour flew by with joy and grace, my whole body feeling like it had just had its hinges freshly oiled and its gyroscope polished. Randori at the end, and I was fluid and tireless.
After class, I asked Michael to help me work something out. Yesterday when we were working on tsuki iriminage, I noticed that during the blend I tended to get my legs crossed and my hips not turned enough. As long as I kept moving, the technique still worked, but now is the time to clean those things up. We spent half an hour just working on how to take that one step, and I still don't have it.
Anno Sensei, from a seminar a few years ago: "They're your own legs. You should be able to move them freely."
I'm just hoping there's progress stored up in my legs and brain and they're waiting for me to go to sleep so that they can talk to each other and get an implementation plan going.
I feel considerably less suprerior now.