Today's Class
Aug. 5th, 2006 04:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
revenaThe lowerbelt class today was pretty so-so. Two kids were half an hour late (to a one hour class), and the others were not super-attentive. They all got a little something out of it, though, so it wasn't a complete loss.
The upperbelt class, now... In attendance were myself, my mother (2nd dan black belt), Andre (1st dan black belt), Sam (1st dan black belt), and Ann (2nd gup brown). Sam's the youngest, at 17 (his birthday was Thursday, in fact), which means that the class was composed entirely of brown-and-above more-or-less-adults.
AWESOME.
We had a nice, structureless class - where everyone actually got some good training in, for once. I started out on the bag, and worked at lots of kicks and punches for about twenty minutes. Then I did some rolling - I'm trying to train myself to roll equally well on both sides - and then some stretching while I watched everyone else. Mom was doing forms, at that point, but she'd done some high-level practicals with Sam while I was on the bag. Andre and Sam and Ann were doing dive rolls through hoops and other silly stuff.
And then when I was done stretching, and Sam was bored of silly rolls, we grabbed the empty matt and did pretty much every throw we know, which took about half an hour. I'm still dripping with sweat from it, but it was totally worth it. I usually only get to practice those things with my mother or Ann, both of whom are slightly smaller than me. Sam is a great deal taller, and much stronger, and if I can break his full-nelson hold, then I know I'm doing it right.
It was a great challenge, and also lots of fun. Since we're comfortable working with each other, we went ahead and did some of the silly things we'd never do with a student, like trying to pull the other person down with you when they throw you, and so on (the funniest part was probably when, after I'd kicked Sam right off the mat a few times, he grabbed my ankle mid-throw and actually flipped me onto my stomach. And then sat on me a little. Good thing he's not heavier than me, yet).
When the matwork was done, I did some forms, and some more stretching, while Mom and Ann did their own forms, and Sam and Andre sparred with the big sticks. And then Sam and I did some tightening ways as a warm down.
It was seriously one of the best classes ever. I'm feeling really happy and jazzed up, even though I'm also exhausted and will probably be really sore tomorrow.
Ahhh, martial arts. When done right, it's as much of a mood-booster as sex.
The upperbelt class, now... In attendance were myself, my mother (2nd dan black belt), Andre (1st dan black belt), Sam (1st dan black belt), and Ann (2nd gup brown). Sam's the youngest, at 17 (his birthday was Thursday, in fact), which means that the class was composed entirely of brown-and-above more-or-less-adults.
AWESOME.
We had a nice, structureless class - where everyone actually got some good training in, for once. I started out on the bag, and worked at lots of kicks and punches for about twenty minutes. Then I did some rolling - I'm trying to train myself to roll equally well on both sides - and then some stretching while I watched everyone else. Mom was doing forms, at that point, but she'd done some high-level practicals with Sam while I was on the bag. Andre and Sam and Ann were doing dive rolls through hoops and other silly stuff.
And then when I was done stretching, and Sam was bored of silly rolls, we grabbed the empty matt and did pretty much every throw we know, which took about half an hour. I'm still dripping with sweat from it, but it was totally worth it. I usually only get to practice those things with my mother or Ann, both of whom are slightly smaller than me. Sam is a great deal taller, and much stronger, and if I can break his full-nelson hold, then I know I'm doing it right.
It was a great challenge, and also lots of fun. Since we're comfortable working with each other, we went ahead and did some of the silly things we'd never do with a student, like trying to pull the other person down with you when they throw you, and so on (the funniest part was probably when, after I'd kicked Sam right off the mat a few times, he grabbed my ankle mid-throw and actually flipped me onto my stomach. And then sat on me a little. Good thing he's not heavier than me, yet).
When the matwork was done, I did some forms, and some more stretching, while Mom and Ann did their own forms, and Sam and Andre sparred with the big sticks. And then Sam and I did some tightening ways as a warm down.
It was seriously one of the best classes ever. I'm feeling really happy and jazzed up, even though I'm also exhausted and will probably be really sore tomorrow.
Ahhh, martial arts. When done right, it's as much of a mood-booster as sex.
