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After martial arts classes or open mat I like to jot down things I learned or things I didn't understand and I especially write things down that I sucked at. Note-taking after the fact was always my best learning strategy in college. Doing a mind dump onto paper solidifies and makes real the subjects I'm studying.
Unfortunately, when I get home from martial arts class and everything is fresh and ready for writing I often don't get a chance because of that pesky little thing called Real Life.
Which leads me to the built in note-taking of jiujitsu and sometimes even karate. Visible reminders. Those identical bruises on each ankle? Oh yeah, we worked on ankle locks. The bruise below my clavicle? Oh yeah, I tried for a triangle but forgot to shimmy up first and my training partner accidentally got me with their elbow. The Gentle Art may be gentle but accidental hard knocks are part and parcel.
I find it amusing. My husband less so. Especially when people look askance at him because of my "visible reminders".
Last night in karate we were training in self-defense, working on blocks. I have the amazing lightning response time of a sloth. A slow sloth at that. A slow sloth that all the other sloth relatives consider awkward and uncoordinated.
Our sensei mentioned trying to practice, building reflexes as much as possible; I immediately pictured Cato. He would be a great aid to my martial arts journey but I'm pretty sure I couldn't afford him or the extra drywall repairs. Instead, I told my 13 year old son, and fellow martial arts student, to please randomly strike at me during the day.
Then we laughed because a lot of caveats have to accompany that instruction. I pictured standing in line at Starbucks, sporting some jiujitsu bruises, when my 13 year old suddenly throws a punch at my head. Not exactly socially acceptable; DHS might be notified, or even worse; I might spill my coffee.
But I am renaming my homeschool.
After martial arts classes or open mat I like to jot down things I learned or things I didn't understand and I especially write things down that I sucked at. Note-taking after the fact was always my best learning strategy in college. Doing a mind dump onto paper solidifies and makes real the subjects I'm studying.
Unfortunately, when I get home from martial arts class and everything is fresh and ready for writing I often don't get a chance because of that pesky little thing called Real Life.
Which leads me to the built in note-taking of jiujitsu and sometimes even karate. Visible reminders. Those identical bruises on each ankle? Oh yeah, we worked on ankle locks. The bruise below my clavicle? Oh yeah, I tried for a triangle but forgot to shimmy up first and my training partner accidentally got me with their elbow. The Gentle Art may be gentle but accidental hard knocks are part and parcel.
I find it amusing. My husband less so. Especially when people look askance at him because of my "visible reminders".
Last night in karate we were training in self-defense, working on blocks. I have the amazing lightning response time of a sloth. A slow sloth at that. A slow sloth that all the other sloth relatives consider awkward and uncoordinated.
Our sensei mentioned trying to practice, building reflexes as much as possible; I immediately pictured Cato. He would be a great aid to my martial arts journey but I'm pretty sure I couldn't afford him or the extra drywall repairs. Instead, I told my 13 year old son, and fellow martial arts student, to please randomly strike at me during the day.
Then we laughed because a lot of caveats have to accompany that instruction. I pictured standing in line at Starbucks, sporting some jiujitsu bruises, when my 13 year old suddenly throws a punch at my head. Not exactly socially acceptable; DHS might be notified, or even worse; I might spill my coffee.
But I am renaming my homeschool.
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