First there was the tumbling roll. You know the one – crouch down, tuck your chin to your chest, and roll forward over your head. We all did it in grade school. If we were really cool, we’d do it from a standing position.
Next there was the volleyball roll. I learned this one at summer volleyball camp. We hit the floor so many times that week, we totally lost our fear of it! Stretch your arm out to the side (because that ball can’t hit the floor!), fearlessly launch yourself across the floor, hit it and flip your feet over backwards. You’ll end up on your feet facing the net, and look pretty awesome in the process!
And then there’s a jujitsu roll. Ah, yes. That awesome roll where you reach your hand down across your body and hurl yourself over your shoulder. It’s neither a forward roll nor a sideways roll, but something in between.
I had a bit of trouble when I was learning this one. Rolling forward over my head? No problem. Throwing myself to the hard floor and flipping over backwards? No problem. Gracefully rolling over my shoulder on a mat? Uh…problem.
I spent so many years rolling forwards, backwards and sideways that the jujitsu roll confused my body! Or maybe it confused my brain. Anyway, I’ve managed to master the left side; it’s relaxed, fluid, and pretty darned good!
But the right side? Not so fluid. I try. Believe me, I try, but it could never be described as fluid. Or graceful. Or anything else you’d like associated with a roll, really. I picture myself looking somewhat like a large, odd-shaped box that’s been shoved off the back of a speeding truck. Thunk. Thunk-thunk! Thuuud.
Apparently I’m left-side dominant, which shouldn’t come as a surprise. Cartwheels (when I could)? Left side. Splits? Left foot forward. Hurdles and starts out of the starting blocks? Left sided!
Last night I managed to stay on the mat when I rolled. It was a small victory! I’ve been known to roll off the mat or wander out of my own swim lane on occasion. Maybe I’m getting better? Hard to say! I’ll keep trying to improve my right side rolls, if only because I refuse to admit I can’t do them. (I might be just a little stubborn.) But for safety’s sake? I’m really hoping I never have to fall and roll to the right!
Me: I’m sore from the kicks yesterday – my saddlebags.
Renshi: You shouldn’t have saddlebags.
Ha! I couldn’t even begin to argue with that!
Sloppy. That’s the best word to describe how my karate feels these days. I look down and I’m wearing a black belt, but it doesn’t feel like my performance is at a black belt level. If there was a “Sloppy” rank in our system, I’d probably have it!
Seems like I can’t hold a good stance for long, don’t kick high enough or hard enough, and sometimes forget the kata or self-defense moves. Tonight was one of those nights. My kicks weren’t snappy, I mixed up moves in our mid-level kata, AND my timing just felt off. Awesome.
I know that’s to be expected with my extended absence and my rehab work, but it’s still frustrating. I’m afraid of falling into bad habits that I’ll have to replace or break later. I’ve lost some ground and I’m fighting to regain it, but it’s not very fun. My mind’s ready to be back at it on a black belt level, yet my body’s being a slow poke in coming to the same decision.
I know there’s only one way to fix Sloppy – work, work, work! Workouts take more mental concentration than they did before I broke my toe, since now I’m having to compensate for the injury. And I’m gasping for breath more often. 😉 I need to pay really close attention to my techniques, slowing them down when necessary so I don’t keep this Sloppy rank forever, or even worse – trade it for a Bad Habit rank.
I think the timing will come back. I’m pretty sure the stances and kicks will improve. And hopefully, not too long from now, I won’t check to see if I really am wearing a black belt!
Our karate club has celebrated 3 birthdays in the last week. In August we’ll celebrate 3 birthdays within 5 days. Birthdays = Treats. Treats = Calories. Calories = Circuits? Maybe!
Tonight we did circuits after doing a lot of basics up and down the floor and then kicks on the bags. Good thing, too, because we were celebrating two birthdays – mine and John’s. And because great minds think alike (not to mention the “bakers” didn’t coordinate treats), Susana and I both made variations of chocolate peanut butter cupcakes. And since there were two kinds of cupcakes, we had to try them both, right? Oh, don’t worry – we powered through, just like the disciplined martial artists we are. It was Chocolate Peanut Butter Overload, but we did it!!
Our karate club isn’t going to stop celebrating birthdays, and I doubt anyone’s ever going to request hummus & veggies for their Banzai Birthday Treats. So my apologies to those who don’t care for circuits, but bring ’em on! For me, Circuits Before Treats = Less Guilt!
I needed to work out tonight but I wanted to watch the MMA fights. I waited too long to go to the gym beforehand, and didn’t want to go at 9 pm. So I put on my pretty pink shoes and went downstairs and jumped on my elliptical. (I have no excuse not to work out, do I? I have an elliptical, heavy bag & speed bag, hand weights, and a selection of workout DVDs to more than keep me busy!)
Anyway, while I was watching the fights and elliptical-ing away, I realized the fights are the perfect thing to watch while you’re doing HIIT training. There’s a clock in the corner of the screen during each round of the fight! Once you determine your interval times, you just keep an eye on the clock and start and stop as planned. Pretty cool, right?
I’m not saying that’s what I did, I’m just saying you could! 😉
An encore post from Colahan’s Martial Arts, January 22, 2011
5:45 am – The alarms are going off already? Crap. What meetings do I have today? Do I have to be in at 8 or is 8:30 acceptable?
5:46 am – Wait – it’s Saturday; no meetings today. Good! But I am going to the hombu, and classes start at 8.
7:14 am – If this car in front of me doesn’t move it, I’m going to be late. Goody – now that I can pass, they decided to drive over the speed limit.
7:50 am – “Good Morning, Michele!!” Yippie. Sensei’s wide awake. This does not bode well for the workout.
8:03 am – A young Gumby is leading warm-ups. Hope we stretch!
8:12 am – Drills up and down the floor, and Miss Morning Person is not even awake yet.
8:36 am – What am I – crazy???
8:50 am – Kata, self-defense, kata, self-defense…
9:09 am – How many more minutes in this class? I can hardly hold my arms up.
9:25 am – I’m done. Brown/Black Belt class is almost over.
9:58 am – Watching jujitsu and wishing I was doing the class too. Paying attention and learning a couple things from my seat in the Peanut Gallery.
10:30 am – Family open class. This time Miss Morning Person’s leading warm-ups; we stretch.
10:35 am – 50 more crunches, 40 more push-ups.
10:50 am – More kata. Kata is deceptive – looks not-so-bad, but is quite the cardio event.
11:15 am – Self defense with Lauren and laughing because she has the funniest hiccups I’ve ever heard!
11:30 am—Gearing up for sparring. I have lots of padding because I have lots of me, so it takes awhile.
12:00 – Ruben beats me up. What is he – 7? 9? He’s a little gizmo – full of pep.
12:16 pm – Sparring class over. I survived intact.
1:15 pm – Lunch with friends. Conversation about karate and life.
4:00 pm – At the gym, sitting in the hot tub and thinking to myself, “Yeah, this has been a good day! When can I do it again?”
Fear is met and destroyed with courage. Again and again when the struggle seems hopeless and all opportunity lost, the one with a little more courage, and a little more effort will have victory.