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A week and a half. That is how long I have been a formal practitioner of Aikido. I looked into it maybe a year ago, but nothing really clicked for me. My Big brother offered to pay for some classes, and I said sure... I really didn't know what I was getting myself into.
I went into the Sowakan Dojo, which is a martial arts/ multipurpose room in our local leisure center feeling a bit of trepidation. I was clad in some track pants and a warm up shirt, whilst everyone around me was wearing thier dogi. I stuck out like a sore thumb. I tried to look past that, and get into the class. Friendly people, not a harsh atmosphere either, I really ate it up. I decided that I liked it so much, that I would show up for another class.
The next class I showed up to, I was somewhat prepared. About 4 months prior, I had bought a kung fu outfit. Not because I studied kung fu, but because it looked neat, and was comfortable to wear. On top of that, it was black. I dig black. Needless to say, once again, I stuck out like a sore thumb. This Class was a bit more structured- less testing for me to sit around and watch. I also got to get my feet wet in the ways of break falls.
I like breakfalls, why? Because they are hard to do. I do them because they are hard. If it is hard... chances are, it is worth doing. That's my motto. Taylor Sensei showed me how to do them... and I did them like a champ... in the sense that I didn't give up. Someday, and someday soon, I'll get it down, but till then, ill keep trying.
I like my kung fu-gi, but feeling the need to look more uniform, I convinced my mother to buy me a dogi. I bought one, and for about a day and a half, i felt somewhat normal in terms of attire in my dojo. When I put it on, however, I saw that it was about 2 sizes bigger than me. Once again... I stuck out like a sore thumb.
Maybe this week:
Will be better
will see me learn to do breakfalls properly
I will talk to my Girlfriend on the phone(she lives far away)
I'll learn some of the japanese for various techniques
I'll grow out of video games
I'll stop wearing ninja socks for the hell of it