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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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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Grind Grind Grind

Moving to three days a week training just might be the death of me. Judging from how I feel this morning, anyway. It’s not muscle soreness that’s the issue, it’s just fatigue. I could blame it on getting older, but that’s not the issue. Rarely is. Getting older isn’t a problem. What is a problem is that each habit you’ve picked up in your life starts to build up. I’m wiped out because of 14 years of desk jobs. I’ve mostly gotten over that with the last few years of new training, and jobs that involve more walking, but there are still issues. I’m over most of the bad body alignment and posture issues, but it’s still “new muscle” holding everything in place. It’s still work to sit up right, to walk right. I have to remind myself to do things the right way, and every once in a while…

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Marathon Training

One of my oldest friends is running her first marathon this weekend. It’s one hell of an achievement. She put her foot on the path some time ago, when she was a much larger woman, used to a life of leisure. At some point, for reasons of her own, she started to change how she ate. And she started to run. Not a lot at first. Just a little. I’m sure the first run was the kind of thing most people would scoff at and deride. Not a “real” workout… It’s so easy to do a thing, and suck at it just a little, and quit. It’s also easy to do a thing and not suck at it that much, and quit. It’s easy to make just tiny little incremental changes, get frustrated and quit. It’s easy to think that things have stalled and you aren’t improving or making any…

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Movement and Building the Coiled Spring

Class before last I was without a partner, and watching the rest of the students go through a drill. I couldn’t stop bouncing. I was full of energy…already past the first hour of heavy work, but still raring to go. It wasn’t excess energy or tension that I was trying to release. It was just a feeling that standing still was a little stupid. It didn’t feel like rest, to be still. It felt like it took work…It was easier to bounce. More soothing, more natural. Which is an odd way to feel, considering I am an overweight forty-four and bit year old man, more than two years past my expiry date, at least according to the arthritis doc who is probably still sitting behind his comfy desk. To his timeline, I would now be barely able to lift my arm, never mind my sword. I enjoyed myself last night,…

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