A few years after Teacher got his Blackbelt he said he the experience was very anti-climactic. “Where was the super powers? The magic bag of tricks?” I understand what he’s saying on a objective level, but on an emotional level I’d love to have the same thing. You get a belt and, poof, you walk through walls.
Last night was grueling for several different reasons but as we filed out Teacher pulled me aside and wanted me to do the unbendable arm. Mentally I was trying to get ready for failure and think of fuzzy baby bunnies at the same time. While futzing with that I realized that Dave was bearing down and I wasn’t using any muscle! I freaking did it!!! I hugged Teacher and felt a blast of yummy chemicals paint my brain. After five years and finally I got that damn thing. I only hope that I can do it again.
The reason class was so exhausting is that Teacher threw some Kounseling (K for Karate) at me the other day. Basically, I need to stop giving people accommodations. I need to give them situations where they can explore their limits and try to grow or push beyond. By giving so many adjustments no one has to try harder than they are offered.
With that in mind I had to keep biting my lip and stopping myself over and over during warm ups and basic exercises. I hadn’t realized I was so focused on making sure everyone could enjoy that I was potentially robbing them of ability to test their own limits.
So my normally semi-relaxed state during the warm-ups left me befuddling and I started second guessing everything I was doing. Which leads me to the next frustration. We’ve just had a bunch of folks start in the class with a wide variety of skill and knowledge. The best being Tall J, a second degree brown, and the worst, Big Ginger, a borderline obese teenager that may or may not be developmentally disabled.
In the past couple of years we’ve had several kids like that show up and eventually disappear for whatever reason. Since the Father has shown up a few times I don’t have a lot of faith that difficulty will drive Big Ginger and his brother away anytime soon. Big G is one of those folks that says non sequitors and spouts random giggling. Basically weird.
Never the less I went home with a spring in my step and barely slept form the excitement of the night.