Monday I attended a beginner's class to 'wade in the water' a bit. Plenty of slow kick work and fundamentals.
Then I recovered and re-hydrated while watching sparring with a Cheshire Cat smile on my face, basking in the afterglow. It was tag-team drills, and an absolute riot to watch.
Tuesday was the intermediate belt core class.
The first half was open-hand form work, which came back to me quite well. However, while it looked good when I faced the mirror, somehow working form away from the mirror left me feeling unplugged, suddenly unsure of my moves. Strange.
The second half was spent working our Bo (staff) form. I had just begun this form when I was injured, but I still had fundamentals in place for holding the Bo, and remembering what each move was when it was called out by the instructor. By the end of class I could barely hold my Bo, and my shoulders were killing me.
But I got over that too and realized just how much I missed Karate.
How fun it is to push yourself, even with restrictions in place.
How nice my fundamentals still look.
How intensely focused I get while sensing all the feedback my body is giving me.
How priceless it is to come home dead tired and fall asleep with a grin so wide my cheeks hurt.
How Much Do I Remember?
1 year ago