I hate being injured in Saturday class – absolutely hate it! It’s not the pain of the injury that bothers me; it’s looking like a mediocre, mid-level martial artist in front of fellow upper sashes and, worst of all, in front of Sifu.
After pushing out twenty-five tornado kicks in a drill that almost made me homicidal, I let out a few profanities during Lian Huan Tui and made no apologies for it. Sifu was on the other side of the room at the time; so I allowed myself the lapse in decorum. I recovered an appropriate demeanor and more effective use of my knees after taking a long enough break during beginner weapons class to bury my knee in topical cream and an ice wrap.
Irony being what it is, my kung fu day ended with Sifu teaching me not one but five moves subsequent to the very spin section of White Eyebrow that turned my knee inside out. Near as I could tell, that was my reward for having practiced the spins enough this week to execute them better than he probably expected in such a short time.
I’d like to say that being given so much more of the form to practice made the injury and morning frustration all better, but it didn’t. I’m still pulling out all the stops, more than ten hours later, to make my left leg do all that it’s supposed to do – starting with supporting my weight as I walk.
The new moves were, however, worth the pain of the price of admission today. They made me glad I didn’t bow out when I was busy swearing. They made me feel like practicing as hard as I did this week was a smart thing to do.
May 18th, 2014 at 6:33 am
It’s so amazing to accompany you, for brief amounts of time, on this physical, mental, spiritual, and human journey. I am quite grateful for the opportunity.
May 18th, 2014 at 4:47 pm
The feeling is very mutual.
May 18th, 2014 at 12:57 pm
You constantly impress me. But don’t injure yourself!
May 18th, 2014 at 4:44 pm
Thanks, Andrew! The leg is keeping me from doing too much… for the moment. 🙂