
Second, in order to have subjects to post about, I thought I’d do like a few fellow bloggers and ask you to ask me any question you want, and I’ll try to answer them the best I can.
So, let’s start this month with a question from Monkey: “How did I get involved with martial arts?”
I was never the sport type. I enjoyed playing volleyball, basket, but wasn’t a fan of anything that had to do with running. In my last year of high-school (back in 1983, for those who are curious to know when that was) I used to play basketball almost every lunch period. I had the height and wasn’t that bad. During one of our games I girl tackled me as I was jumping for a loop. I went flying and landed on my ass, with my hands on each side to protect my fall (typical way to land, I’ve noticed that while watching many games). I felt pain, but my coach told me to put some cold water on my wrist and I’d be ok. Later that afternoon, on my way home, I decided to stop by the hospital because the pain was getting worst. Long story short I ended up with not one, but both arms in a cast, from the wrist to the armpit. Those 4-5 weeks were hell! Imagine that, a teen being fed, dressed, washed, etc. by her mom. A real nightmare, for both of us! That happened in September.
I had to apply to some colleges, and decide what I wanted to be when I grew up. At the time, I thought I wanted to be a cop (that changed after my father’s hold-up), so my mother suggested, since I wasn’t the most active one around, to do a self-defence course or some martial arts. There was a dojo a few minutes from where I went to school. She figured it would be good for me physically, and it would prepare me for the “cop training”. One evening, after school, I made a pit stop at the karate school. It was during a kids’ class. The teacher was very patient with the kids and I liked what I saw. I talked with one guy taking care of the office and signed-up right then and there. Since I wasn’t sure I would like it, I only signed up for a month, and asked if I could get my money back if after three classes I didn’t like it. He agreed.
I went back the next day to pick up my dogi (karate suit), and did my first class. I was in the adults’ class. And my partner was a local actor (Serge Dupire) who was really hot at the time. Doing sit-ups with him was motivation enough to sit up and see his pretty face! The following day I was so, but so sore! Every muscles in my body ached. So I went back hoping that doing it again it would get better. And it did. Each class I did I felt better, and actually enjoyed the challenge. I got hooked. I was there every day, but Sunday and only because they didn’t have a class. I liked the energy of it all, and the fact that I didn’t have to run! It felt good to scream, to let it out, and to sweat like a pig… From that moment I never stopped until four years ago…
7 comments:
you are such a tease- I hope you are going to finish this story!
yeah, me too!
...why did you stop??
Yes - why did you stop?
:)
Right, I'm jumping on the MoFo bandwagon (As i've benn calling it in my head) and so we can be posting buddies! I'll be checking up on you *eyes you suspiciously*
I'm loving your theme. I'll have to thing up a searching question for you....
I'm with everyone else-why did you stop?
monkey: You have no idea my dear! ;-)
kim, paisley, wreckless: Patience...
pigeon: Cool! You'll need more checking up than I will! Hee.
Fascinating! :)
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