One day was not enough recovery time, after pushing myself as hard as I did Thursday night. My performance of Lian Huan Tui on Saturday was pitiful. Everything from the waist down hurt by the time we got to the part of class where we practice forms. The drills done in the first forty minutes took most of the mojo out of my knees, and I couldn’t do a decent sweep or tornado kick to save my life. So, lesson learned. These days, if I’m going to push the lower half of my body to the max, it has to be when I won’t be using it for anything but the long staff form for at least forty-eight hours…maybe even seventy-two.
But the day was still a happy one. Some readers may remember me writing about Sifu criticizing me for my manner of teaching (12/17/13 post). I argued then that style of teaching should be left alone, because it’s a personal choice that can play a large part in whether a student enjoys the class. I still believe that, but the issue turned out not to be all that complicated. Sifu simply wanted more boot camp, less me.
I can do boot camp; it’s practically in the genes on my father’s side of the family. But I can also manage to slide in some warmth and humor when not barking directives. Apparently, I’ve found the balance that makes Sifu happy without taking all the fun out of teaching for me, because on Saturday, Sifu pulled me aside after watching me with the beginners and told me that the way I taught this morning is the way it should be done.
Mission accomplished. It almost made me forget that I hurt too much to do my own form properly. Almost. 🙂