Ouch (The Update from the Dojo)
Since people like to hear about how it's going, here're more tales from the dojo.
So I'm still doing my martial arts twice a week. Very hard, but very fun. The beginning class is over and all of us have graduated to the normal class. The hardest part of the class was dealing with blisters and with my, um, "injury" - but I've learned to deal with all that. Believe it or not, the biggest problem I'm having is with sitting.
The Japanese have this way of sitting called "seiza"... and I'm convinced it's the most painful thing ever invented. It's like torture. We're supposed to practice the position so that we can handle it, but holy cow, this is one really painful way of sitting.
And if I'm in agony from sitting down, you can only imagine what the rest of martial arts is doing to me.
Lemme update you on my classmates. Likes to Hit Stuff Guy is coming once a week. He's a very nice guy. He just... likes to hit stuff. He always arrives late, gets in one intense work-out, and then leaves early. Just imagine a guy who shows up to get his minimum required amount of hitting in.
The .08 guy with coordination so bad it looks like he's drunk? Well, he's better than me now. It's kinda annoying, since he and I started at the same time, but it's obvious that he's way better at it than me now. Oh well. He may be able to whup me, but I can still walk in a straight line better than he can.
There's also the girl. A very attractive girl who's elevated to SMOKING HOT status because she can kick my @#$. It's a strange phenomenon that I can't explain, but for some reason, it's really hot when a girl can kick your @#$. Can't explain why, but it's true.
One last story. One of the senseis just turned 86 years-old. I volunteered to buy the vanilla cake for the occasion, but at the store, they only had one vanilla cake... a HELLO KITTY cake. Now consider my dilemma. Do I really want to bring an 86 year-old Japanese man a Hello Kitty cake? Fortunately, I was able to pop the Hello Kitty graphic off the cake.
Later on, people told me I should've left Hello Kitty on the cake. Oh sure, it would've been hilarious to give an 86 year-old sensei a Hello Kitty cake. But it also could've gotten me a beating. Or WORSE - they would've nicknamed me Hello Kitty and I'd have to deal with that forever.
"Let's spar, Hello Kitty!" "Good hit, Hello Kitty!" "Arigato Gozaimashita, Hello Kitty!"
Oh yeah - and when holding the cake for the sensei to blow the candles out, I almost dropped the cake. Shows you what kind of coordination I have for martial arts.
Okay - enough procrastination. Better get back to work. Don't expect any updates for the next few days. And have a great Mother's Day!
So I'm still doing my martial arts twice a week. Very hard, but very fun. The beginning class is over and all of us have graduated to the normal class. The hardest part of the class was dealing with blisters and with my, um, "injury" - but I've learned to deal with all that. Believe it or not, the biggest problem I'm having is with sitting.
The Japanese have this way of sitting called "seiza"... and I'm convinced it's the most painful thing ever invented. It's like torture. We're supposed to practice the position so that we can handle it, but holy cow, this is one really painful way of sitting.
And if I'm in agony from sitting down, you can only imagine what the rest of martial arts is doing to me.
Lemme update you on my classmates. Likes to Hit Stuff Guy is coming once a week. He's a very nice guy. He just... likes to hit stuff. He always arrives late, gets in one intense work-out, and then leaves early. Just imagine a guy who shows up to get his minimum required amount of hitting in.
The .08 guy with coordination so bad it looks like he's drunk? Well, he's better than me now. It's kinda annoying, since he and I started at the same time, but it's obvious that he's way better at it than me now. Oh well. He may be able to whup me, but I can still walk in a straight line better than he can.
There's also the girl. A very attractive girl who's elevated to SMOKING HOT status because she can kick my @#$. It's a strange phenomenon that I can't explain, but for some reason, it's really hot when a girl can kick your @#$. Can't explain why, but it's true.
One last story. One of the senseis just turned 86 years-old. I volunteered to buy the vanilla cake for the occasion, but at the store, they only had one vanilla cake... a HELLO KITTY cake. Now consider my dilemma. Do I really want to bring an 86 year-old Japanese man a Hello Kitty cake? Fortunately, I was able to pop the Hello Kitty graphic off the cake.
Later on, people told me I should've left Hello Kitty on the cake. Oh sure, it would've been hilarious to give an 86 year-old sensei a Hello Kitty cake. But it also could've gotten me a beating. Or WORSE - they would've nicknamed me Hello Kitty and I'd have to deal with that forever.
"Let's spar, Hello Kitty!" "Good hit, Hello Kitty!" "Arigato Gozaimashita, Hello Kitty!"
Oh yeah - and when holding the cake for the sensei to blow the candles out, I almost dropped the cake. Shows you what kind of coordination I have for martial arts.
Okay - enough procrastination. Better get back to work. Don't expect any updates for the next few days. And have a great Mother's Day!
posted by Eugene at 2:44 PM
1 Comments:
"But it also could've gotten me a beating. Or WORSE - they would've nicknamed me Hello Kitty and I'd have to deal with that forever."
See, this is WHY we were telling you that it would have been great if you left it on. ;-)
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