Somewhere between yelping in pain and standing on my toes for the umpteenth time I began to grin. I had just experienced something naturally without thinking about it. In our 2nd hour I was teaching one our newest students, Cop, wrist locks and was being constantly interrupted by other students with questions about technique. It was then I realized I felt comfortable with educating someone else.
Normally my mental experience is something on par with, “what if they ask me this A – I don’t know A!” and so on, but last night I was able follow my own track so I knew exactly where I was going and just stick to those things.
In retrospect I wish I had a laminated card so I could go over the techniques (wrist and shoulder locks) in some semblance of order. I feel like I confuse the students because I’m often dredging up memories instead of focusing on the technique at hand.
Another class with 15 folks! The room is packed. Grinding the basics in is very tiring mentally and physically. The mental part is just focusing on the weak points in my technique and trying to correct all the new bad habits I’ve picked up. The physical is that we are trying to slow the technique down and it’s brutal after about 40 reps. All of the older folks (above 40) were groaning pretty quickly.
I got paired with this new guy – clearly a giant awkward in his own skin. I’ve never seen such a big guy with absolutely no physical comfort. I figured the football team would be absolutely peeing their pants if they met this guy. We worked on blocking kicks and he seemed comfortable and interested, but jut a horrible stance and no insight into his own body mechanics. It reminds me of me.
My main partner for exercises for most of the night was Cop. He showed up in uniform, but before that we had no idea. Vigorous and inflexible, but with a great attitude. Phenomenal balance on top of that! I could block his kicks and he could go back to zenkutsu with no problem. Bastard! I still struggle with that.
I slept like a log.