One year, plus one day.

A few years ago I was lying on my back, on the cold asphalt ground, screaming, staring at my right leg in utter disbelief… – Letting Go: Martial Arts Mind I wrote that almost a year ago.  I started writing posts on this blog before that…actually yesterday was the blogs official one year anniversary. I guess that means I’m committed to this writing. I’ve written every weekday, and some weekends, except for a few short breaks. I think it’s a habit now. That line above, though…that was the first time I got some real serious hits. It was the first time I got an inkling that I might be writing for more than just myself. So…thanks. I really appreciate that you’ve committed a part of your day to reading what I write. It’s no exaggeration to say it’s changed my life. It does make me happy that the first breakthrough…

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Monkeys to Masters

We started with our usual sprints, to get the blood rushing. Followed up with some pre-hab work to prep our bodies for a summer of full out sprints. If you don’t want a class full of injured students, or a class full of students trying to learn from an injured teacher, you have to prepare for any series of hard exercise. You can’t just jump into it. So we taught ourselves to run, from scratch. Practice and practice, hoping to build a new mechanic, a new smoothness in us, one that will carries us safely through the trials to come. With the sweat flowing, we started on to the first of the real work for the day. We crawled along the floor, deep, low and slow. Our hands held us, and gave us new strength. We found a new stability in our shoulders, and let it carry the weight of…

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Movement and Movers

I get these odd moments sometimes when talking to people. Moments when I realize I’ve made an assumption of not just knowledge, but of shared experience. I go ahead and talk about things while assuming everyone is coming from the same knowledge base as me. Hell, I assume everyone knows more than me, because my knowledge comes from curiosity not education. So when I go on and talk about new and interesting trends, and people just look at me…I have to remember that people may be as curious as me, and more educated, but not actually share my interests. Which does make me sometimes sound like a crazy person. In class, I make a conscious effort to fill in background information to students when I’m asked, or when it seems necessary. Once, anyway. I do expect students to follow up on the things I talk about in class with their…

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Spinning in the Park

Given a choice, I’ll take a locked door class every time. I dislike having my classes open to spectators, or interrupted by random walk-byes. I like my attention and my students attention entirely on the task at hand. And sometimes, I’m just plain uncomfortable having outsiders see the techniques we are working on. But sometimes you just have to feel the sun on you when you teach. Sometimes you have to try your art out on uneven ground, or workout when hills and trees and sand are part of the equation. Or the setting sun. Or junkies, apparently. Hopefully not the last part, but I suppose that is one of the hazards of city life you just have to learn to deal with. Hit the park in the evening yesterday, and enjoyed the slow stretch to sunset. I like doing handstands in the grass. On the school’s dance floor, you…

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Busted but not Broken

I’m on a an actual vacation this week. Actual as in not working, as opposed to just taking a break from posting. I’ll try to keep up on posts, but no guarantees. The weather is amazing, and I plan to take full advantage of it. It’ll be my first summer as a day-worker in many years. I love being able to get up early and enjoy the sun as it comes up…it’s such a privilege to see it as the start of a new day, and not the end of a long night. I want to talk about injuries today. The common kind, not the kind that sends you to the hospital. I’m currently nursing an ouchy on my right hand resulting from a rapier cut that landed between my knuckles on the left hand, hard enough to…well, let’s just say there was significant swelling and blood pooling. For a…

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