One on One

Teacher has taken the month off to travel to far off lands, so the class is left to its own devices in the mean time.  So although there is no official class offered, me and a few of the over 40 club decided to get together whenever we can. 

I’ve decided to call us that because we stick out so significantly.  A bulk of the class is in their teenage years, followed by the three guys in their early 20s and then there are the four of us oldsters.  Between us the litany of physical complaints would probably never stop if class wasn’t in the way. 

It makes you wonder where the missing population segment is - Probably busy having families and other important stuff.

I asked Teacher a week or so before he left if it was okay to train/teach with Big Dave while he was gone and I got the nod.  However, as soon as I got a yes Big Dave goes to Trucker and tells him we’ll be working out.  Oof.  Awkward.  Not wanting to exclude someone I took his number and wondered how I was going to manage that. 

Dave and I met on Saturday and went to his gym; literally the most modern and beautiful place I’d ever stepped into, and began warming up.  We were sharing the massive “aerobics” room with a single guy when we got there who was fiddling with the stereo which led me to ask Dave what music he listened to.  “80’s music.” replied.  He never grew out of it like many of my generation.  As if by magic the guy started playing death metal circa 2003.  Ah well.

While we were going through basic kicks and punches and identifying weak spots in form and technique more young men came in to use the room.  Occasionally I’d look through the mirror to see if any of them were going to give the old men any flak.  I needn’t have worried because they were pulling up their shirts to check if their abdominal muscles were in the peak of bulginess.  I kept asking myself, “was I like that at their age?”  Probably.  Now I’m afraid the combination of white flesh, hair and sagging mid-line will terrify my opponent. 

They all left after twenty minutes of primping and squeezing so Dave and I got to spar.  This was the breakdown:

- 30 seconds
- 45 seconds
- 90 seconds

By that last round we were both watching our breathing and made sure we weren’t flailing wildly.  Dave would amazingly move to throw!  I couldn’t believe it the first time, but we was totally okay with soaking up a few punches to get his hip in and do a beautiful throw.  Hunh! 

We shall see what tonight brings


B said…
Is this because your group of 40s are dedicated or is it because you live close?

I have not had good luck pulling this off. Back in the TKD run we were able to occasionally get together for extra practice and even some taping.

I tried in Kung Fu but to no avail - part because of these reasons:

1. Teacher had his own secret society that only a select few would be invited to. Before you could practice at his home sessions you had to make the trip up north to practice with Sigung. Well I artfully dodged the northern trip - mostly due to it costing $100 and a weekend. (Northern kung fu was not my forte')
2. The class was scattered to the four points of the compass. I tried and failed to get a Chin Na study group going. I had plans for taping, etc. but nobody bit.

You are lucky if you can do this even once a month - it really makes a lot of difference. It for sure did in Tae Kwon Do!
Potatoe Fist said…
Our town is really small so practice on the side is pretty easy. I think Robot and Twins do it all the time. I notice that they all have incredible form for their level of experience.

For me it's been more of an issue of working time into my already full schedule. Since I'm really just replacing my time I'm doing good.

I'm finding it tough to fill in two hours though; Trying to teach is tough so I'm mostly sticking to whatever I need to improve me at the same time to help out Dave. See my post later today and I'll expand.

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