When I was training for my black belt test a couple years ago, I also spent some of that summer getting into the habit of running. I was able to go more than a mile by the time it got too cold to continue (note: I am a sissy about cold weather, and Wisconsin did not fuck around with cold).
Earlier this year, I attempted to get back in the habit. It didn’t go well. It went pretty abysmally, in fact. So you can imagine my surprise when, on Tuesday, I went for a run for the first time in a few months and went 0.8 of a mile.
Today, according to Google Maps’ calculations, I went a full mile in eleven and a half minutes.
hell yeah, hell yeah, fucken right, hell yeah
I am blogging about this here because MAFTW seemed like a good place to celebrate kicking some ass, even if it isn’t quite so literally about kicking.
I had been doing really well at daily T’ai Chi practice for about three and a half months. I faltered, then I got a new computer and it’s taking up a significant chunk of my T’ai Chi space, which really took me out of it for several weeks. I found I can practice in my apartment complex’s parking lot in the morning and not have to worry about cars, but there was someone running a leafblower out there today so I went inside and moved the coffee table. I can make the space work, though I don’t love the idea of rearranging the living room twice a day.
This isn’t really about T’ai Chi, though. T’ai Chi, as a discipline, is really easy for me to work with. If I can find the space, I can make the time.
The bigger problem is kata practice.
I haven’t been to a class in a few years, now — I didn’t find a new dojo after I moved — but I still have all my notes and I know the kata is still in my mind and body. I just need to excavate it. It is around this part of the process where I realize I have been too indulgent with myself lately: as soon as I run into a struggle with my memory, my first impulse is to give up and find something else to do. I still have T’ai Chi. I’m good at T’ai Chi. I should totally just stick with that, right?
It is the memories of practicing before my black belt test that have stopped me from throwing my hands up in apathy. It’s like my past saying “Nuh uh, no way. Suck it up, make sure you can get through this kata from beginning to end without forgetting what you’re doing, then move on. You used to do this. You can do it again.”
I miss the open space I used to have for practice. It’s good to learn how to shuffle your feet appropriately to get back to kata point, but I keep remembering how nice it was to have roughly enough room to run through all my kata without a lot of recalibrating to account for the coffee table/couch/TV (roommate’s stuff, so it’s not like I can make a Bold Decision and clear out some furniture for the sake of the art or whatever).
Once school starts, I’ll probably be able to find a quiet place on campus to let my ninja-freak flag fly. In the mean time, it’s not only discipline but adaptation I am drilling into my skull.
As punch-related deaths keep hitting the headlines, is it time that self-defence schools sideline the close-fist strike? Graham Kuerschner believes so. Read the full article at www.blitzmag.net
Article on how the close fist punch should be second guessed when it comes to self defense due to the fact that it could seriously harm someone or kill them.
It got me thinking of my immediate reactions if someone were to try and attack me. They are as listed
Punch to the chin and/or jaw.
Punch to the temple and/.or orbital bone.
Open palm strike to the nose
Eye gouge with thumb or finger
Grip and crush the throat, or punch in the throat
Grip the testicles(if a dude) and squeezing or ripping
Stomping the knee
elbow to the jaw or temple.
elbow to the nose
knee to the face(nose or temple specifically)
taking the persons head and ramming it into something(a wall or something sharp)
Jesus christ. I’m so violent. So it seems like me punching them in a self defense situation would actually be the safest thing out of all of my instinctual reactions.
But hey man, thats what happens when you grow up in a bad chicago neighborhood, you don’t fuck around.
…What. I don’t think the author understands what self-defense is even about. We don’t train for bad circumstances, we train for worst-case scenarios. Heck, even an ippon in Judo is supposed to signify that you killed your opponent.
The author says that “Open-handed strikes should be the default response in all circumstances where striking is deemed an appropriate response. Don’t get me wrong, punching has its place, but not as a first-choice weapon in self-defence.” You need to use the type of attack appropriate for the situation immediately, not go test the waters to see how strong your attacker is.
Really, not killing someone in training isn’t hard. A few people losing control is a shame, but no reason to discredit close-handed striking.
yep. Plus I mean. WHat are really the chances of actually killing someone in one punch? It’s what we train for yes, but you would have to have a lot going right to do that. Timing, body alignment, relaxation. So many factors, that likely would NOT come about a stressful situation like that. Much more likely to kill someone doing another movie.
…Aren’t openhanded strikes much more likely to give someone a concussion (without the lame-o side effect of breaking your hand)?
I was arguing with myself earlier about whether or not I was going to get a workout in today. I won the argument by doing enough of a workout to feel like I earned a shower and still had energy left over to do some chores. It wasn’t my best EVER, but it was the best I could swing today.
Attempting to motivate when one of your internal organs is actively sabotaging your efforts is a serious bitch, but in light of that, it makes ANY success feel so much better. Like flippin’ the bird, but more satisfying.
So I was in class this evening, and we’re doing a training drill, and my (male) training partner strikes me (female) in the boob.
My first reaction is an internal, “Dude, WTF?!”
My second reaction is to consider the fairness of this move.
It’s not like I have giant bazongas (if you will); when…
IMO, considering there is considerable space about my bouncy breastness and pleanty of gut below, hitting me in the boob is pretty, well, lame. It doesn’t really hurt/hinder as much as the cut and it doesn’t move me back as much as hitting my decollage so its just a bit of a wasted shot. All it really does is bruise them for the next week and a half!
The discomfort it causes when anyone lands a cheap shot there just makes me hit them back as hard in the stomach, evens(/coughrevengecough)
DAMNIT. Why can i never post things to the right blog?
Hahaha! I like your approach.
I’m kinda flat-chested, so it’s more ‘functional mammary bits’ than ‘excess mammary squish’ that gets affected, and it tends to hurt.
I stopped Wing Tsun classes a while ago on account of work schedule, but you know, when I remember this, I kinda don’t feel bad about not going back. It happened a few more times after I made the original post to the point where it started feeling kinda deliberate, and… no. No thanks. Do not want.
If there’s a boxing style, then he trains in it. In appearance it looks correct, bu tinternally the principles are not there. To blindly study and blindly train is only skin deep.
This is the’Demon of the Blind Eyes’.
A true student should not wander from style to style. When the proper style and master is found, it is a life time of work. Picking up techniques here and there will never give the core principles of “Gong fu” [achieved skills]. A style is like a path to the top of a mountain: to change one’s path, one usually has to go back down the mountain, and at best, can only move laterally. Dedicated training in only one style, however, allows one to make faster and better progress overall. From one principle there are 10.000 techniques, just as with one letter there are 10,000words. Before learning all the words, one should know the alphabet perfectly.
“An Israeli mother in the small agricultural community of Sde Avraham managed to fight off an armed terrorist on Monday, saving herself and her young children from murder, Maariv/nrg reports.
Yael Matzpun was sleeping in a room with her four-year-old daughter and two-year-old son when she was awoken by heavy footsteps in the hall. She knew that her husband, an IDF officer, was not due at home.
“Suddenly I saw a terrorist in a kefiyyeh [head scarf] standing opposite me,” she told Maariv. “I decided that if I didn’t fight, he would murder me and my four children, there would be a massacre like in Itamar, where the Fogels and three of their children were murdered in their home.”
The terrorist turned on the light and said something in Arabic, she recalled. He had a knife in one hand and a metal pipe in the other. Suddenly he lunged at Yael, stabbing her in the face and shoulder.
What the terrorist did not know is that Yael is an athlete trained in Krav Maga, Israeli military hand-to-hand combat. She used her skills to drive him back and into the bathroom, and locked him in. At the same time, she pushed her young children to safety.
Once the terrorist was locked away, she called for help. IDF forces arrived only to see the terrorist escaping through a bathroom window. They gave chase and attempted to arrest him, but were forced to open fire when he refused to drop his weapons. The terrorist was killed.
“The terrorist fell into the wrong woman’s hands, from his point of view,” Yael’s father said. “Even when she was a young girl, she would hug me like a vice… After she learned Krav Maga she was always able to take down thugs.”
Sde Avraham is located in southern Israel, several kilometers from the Gaza security barrier.”
“In their pure form, the martial arts demand the intense awareness of the meditative mind, and have nothing to do with anger or wanton aggression. A practitioner is taught from the outset that the skills must never be used for personal gain, but only in self-defence or in the protection of others — and even then only enough force as is absolutely necessary should be used.”—David Fontana (via vellene)
Our Sabumin was laid to rest this morning. The Kang family wishes to thank all of you who made it out to the wake service last night and the funeral and burial services this morning to pay your last respects to Grandmaster Kang. And thank you too the countless more who upheld Sabumin and his family in your prayers during this most difficult p
eriod for them. The family greatly appreciates your continued prayers now for healing, strength and comfort.
We now say goodnight, not goodbye, to our Father Teacher Sir and will miss him terribly until we see him again in heaven one day. So goodnight fellow child of God, husband, father, grandfather, cousin, uncle, master, grandmaster, teacher, elder, community leader, war veteran, mentor and friend.
Now, let us live our lives by the teachings he instilled in us and the powerful example he left. Our daily journey is to learn to Believe Respect Appreciate one and all. Let us be faithful to God, train hard and fight the good fight, build character, help others and be better individuals. Sabumin will then look down from heaven and smile upon all his disciples that he loved so very much.