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Friday, January 20, 2012

Ragdoll Thursday


I wrestled through the traffic while having my energy bar and vitamin drink. Everyone was in a rush as it was almost six and I seemed to be the only one smiling whiles the world rushed by. I had the window down and the music up as I enjoyed the fresh air through my hair... ok, it was like I had hair again, I felt strong and full of energy, ready to train hard without excuses.

I got to the Dojo and worked on the Bo. I watched a couple of videos earlier in the day and tried out some of the moves I memorised as well as the ones the sensei showed me on Tuesday. I felt the weapon more and even attracted some attention for people walking by in the road. I remember my trumpet teacher telling me so many years ago how he would try and stop people walking by his widow and make them listen to him playing... I was in the zone as my opponents dropped to the ground with broken bodies and fractured skulls. My Sensei came along and together we worked on the basics.

The class was full, again with some new faces showing up. We got down to business and after warming up we did body conditioning. The sensei demonstrated to the new students just how it should be done and somehow I knew it’s going to be a long night. My midriff took a beating as my partner also took his assault to the next level. We went over to bag work and again the “off the bag” demonstrations were a little more violent and higher in frequency. I got up with vigour only to be knocked down again and again and again. I enjoyed it. I was in my element and my body welcomed the abuse. I could feel my bones getting harder.

I helped out a bit near the end of class between demonstrations with the more junior students, explaining and demonstrating some of the moves and techniques. I still had loads of energy and smiled when I saw some of the students reaching for their MMA gloves. I joined in but my opponent bowed out after throwing a few punches. He was spent and he left me very hungry for more. I have a date with my punching bag tonight.

Embrace the shadows.

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