If you didn’t catch it in the last post, or don’t know what the hell I’m talking about, I went to a taijutsu class Wednesday night. I’m thinking of getting back into it because (sometimes) I miss it.
Just a little background for those of you who are still scratching your heads: taijutsu (the class I attend; maybe the school as a whole is more focused on ninjutsu, but the parts that we study regularly are decidedly taijutsu) is a Japanese combat martial art system that incorporates nine traditional fighting styles, the oldest of which goes back more than 900 years. There are three belt levels that basically indicate the following:
- white–look out for these beginners; they have no control and will hurt you
- green–cannon fodder
- black–these folks have learned enough about the basics of the art that now they can start learning things seriously
I’ve been out of class for almost nine months; I stopped after I let some dude wrench my shoulder . I’ve been feeling really ambivalent about class – particularly about the instructor. I like the guy as a personal friend, but I’ve been having some issues with how his philosophy about the art and the greater organization. Then it struck me, maybe a month ago, that I can still go train with him and learn things and improve personally, but I don’t have to necessarily follow his philosophical path.
And so it was that I was in class Wednesday night. And so it is that I am still sore this morning.