Lessons About Lessons

I’m a little sore this morning. Moving seems to take a little more effort than expected. My joints feel tender on the inside. We had a great class last night, but I’m really paying the price for it now. Not that I mind, really. A certain amount of soreness can be pleasant…you can survey it the way a farmer would a freshly sown field. It’s hard work, good work, done in hope of an earned reward. The pain is sort of a payment, the martial artist’s form of rich, black fields. It was an ideal class, the very epitome of what I dream of a western martial arts class being. We started out with our usual workout, scaled up a little for our growing abilities. We are all getting better at the little things, and a lot stronger. Paradoxically, it makes the workout harder. Being more able, we can now…

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Sex and Swordplay

I’ve always thought of swordplay as being one of those rare sports where women have an equal chance to compete with men. Strength and speed are factors in swordplay, and so is size. In absolute terms men have all the advantages there. If an opponent is bigger, stronger and faster than me, I should obviously yield the fight. I will not win. Fortunately for me, winning has nothing to do with my motivation to train, spar, or compete. I enjoy the process of overcoming adversity. There is no point for in training if I’m just going to win everything with no challenge. If I ever became the unbeatable fencer, I’d quit and take up another art. Luckily, I’m not likely to face that issue anytime soon. More physically able fighters are out there to beat me…except…they usually don’t. Athletic fighters are generally amongst the easiest opponents to beat. They have…

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Two Months Gone By

Fourteen classes of training behind us. Twenty eight hours of class time. A hundred minutes of maximum muscle tension during sprints and strength exercises. Two hundred minutes of movement and balance work. Four hundred minutes of sparring…six hours of fighting. Imagine over an hour of picking up the heaviest weight you can. Two hours of carthweels, handstands…and moving in the most awkward way possible. Valkyrie WMA Assembly students now have put that behind them. It’s been incredibly hard. The classes themselves are probably the easiest part. They breeze by, two hours passes in no time and we always feel like we want more. The real challenge is between classes. The next day the body feels like it’s been torn apart. You just start to recover and feel better, and bam…right back into class again. A class or two isn’t bad, but as the weeks go on the wear starts to…

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