..you can't take the jungle out of the tiger!
I have been a martial artist for a long time. I had my first lesson a little over 20 years ago. After that, I trained on a daily basis until I was 25. I am now 27.
All of the sudden... life happened... A whole lot of life.
I graduated college. I moved two hours away from my dojo. I got a full time job. I got a girl friend. We had a baby. My knees and back fell apart. I started writing again.
Some where along that continuum I stopped training. At first it was weeks... then months.
I knew it was happening. I would tell myself that I would train tomorrow or when my knees felt better. I would go back to class after I got healthcare and had my injuries dealt with.
Or I would start training when I moved closer to my home dojo. I am an excuses master.
All of that is about to change.
One of the last great masters of my style, Shotokan Karate, is coming to my state only months before he plans to retire. To miss this opportunity would be to miss out on a legend.
So I have 11 days to get my shit together. I know my karate won't be great or even average for that matter, but I have to try. Over the next 10 days, I am going to relearn Karate. I'll let you know how it goes.
This is me performing Jutte, a Shotokan kata. I believe this was the last tournament I competed in. I got first. ;)