Tuesday night’s class was taught by the gruesome twosome of Garls-san and McCabe-san. They did a fantastic job, even though poor Garls-san got kind’ve tongue tied and turned a little purplish before McCabe-san ponied up the leg/hip pain. We’ve all been there, it is really unnerving to teach and know that Sensei’s watching and all that. Especially when you have to tag-team with someone else.
During the course of the class, McCabe-san mentioned several times about the quality of my round kick. He even went so far as to have me demonstrate it for the class and have people say nice things about it. I have to say, I wasn’t expecting one of the most humbling moments in karate to come at the hands of an entire class. It was one of those moments where someone pipes up and you’re like “wow, people think *THAT* about me?” and then someone else chimes in and its “no, my guard doesn’t really stay that still…. does it?” and all you can do is sit there and groove on it. It just shows how motivating a few kind comments are; I could’ve stood there all day and kicked in slow motion like that if they would’ve kept up with the nice comments. My hat’s off to Mike-san… personally, that’s a karate memory I won’t soon forget.
That being said… the midget with the ice pick still knows where to stab my hips. He wasn’t discouraged by the vast amounts of Sochin kata that we did during the second class. This kata is the diometric opposite of Empi. The difference is like a bird flying versus a boulder rolling. They’re both moving, but my money’s on the rock if it has to hit something. I think
This morning I awoke with the feeling that two gloved hands of pain were lifting my buttcheeks. That was the roundkicks. The midget had drug his ice pick along the sides of my thighs, which was the sochin-dachi. That did not dissuade me from formulating a similar “deep dive” class for side thrust kick, but that’s a story for #104.
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