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Buyu

I went back to my Bujikan Budo Taijustsu class for the first time in more than 18 months on Wednesday night, and it was fabulous. I’ve been out for so long because of two injuries (one from class, one not), and inertia.

In some ways, I feel like a total beginner again: I’m fat, weak, and inflexible. My combat endurance can probably be measured by a double handful of seconds with a couple fingers left over. In other ways, it’s like I never left: The Sanshin No Kata flowed like always, and I was picking up a tiny bit of my uke’s intentions during waza.

In short, it was a sweet homecoming. But now, the work truly begins. In my time off, I internalized a little something: This is my journey, and I’m driving the bus. That’s cool, because I get to choose my course, but I’m also the mechanic, the porter, and the gas boy, at the very least. So while I get to pick my scenery, I also have to do the work.

Back in the saddle, again

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.