Dec. 26th, 2018 08:24 am
December 26th, 2018 Daily
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kirataelFair Warning: mostly whining about aikido and the fact that I'm turning into a Creaky Old.
The Sunday afternoon weapons instructor was out of town for the holidays, so the Thursday evening instructor took over. He’s a great guy, but I was reminded why I don’t go to the Thursday evening class. It’s Tuesday morning as I write this draft and my body would like to inform me that next time I should just let them hit me with the sticks, it’ll hurt the same amount and take less time. Class was much more aerobic than usual (which, technically, I need) and because we were using the bokken (my favorite) and doing aikido standard waza, uke had to roll on the left most of the time, so my left leg was like “fuck you” 3/4s of the way in.
Monday night there were enough Christmas orphans for us to still have class, though I kind of regretted showing up because two of my favorite classmates were out of town and one of my least favorites was around. Then I regretted it even more because the instructor brought out the rubber gun and we spent the class doing what he calls “practical” or “real-world” aikido.
I hate this shit. I hate the "say some idiot walks up and holds a gun to your forehead" scenarios, I hate having a bright yellow rubber gun pointed at me by classmates, I hate holding it to my classmates' foreheads and being laughingly corrected on how to hold it because I'm a poor little female civilian who's never touched a gun in her life, and I hate when I follow their instructions and they're suddenly like, "whoa, you're too intense."
One, this is not why I come to class. Two, I'm sick of having to find the balance between "taking something seriously because they'll get mad if they think you're treating the rubber gun like a toy" and "not too seriously, because you have scary eyes and Resting Bitch Face."
Might switch to the Tuesday night class for awhile.
The Sunday afternoon weapons instructor was out of town for the holidays, so the Thursday evening instructor took over. He’s a great guy, but I was reminded why I don’t go to the Thursday evening class. It’s Tuesday morning as I write this draft and my body would like to inform me that next time I should just let them hit me with the sticks, it’ll hurt the same amount and take less time. Class was much more aerobic than usual (which, technically, I need) and because we were using the bokken (my favorite) and doing aikido standard waza, uke had to roll on the left most of the time, so my left leg was like “fuck you” 3/4s of the way in.
Monday night there were enough Christmas orphans for us to still have class, though I kind of regretted showing up because two of my favorite classmates were out of town and one of my least favorites was around. Then I regretted it even more because the instructor brought out the rubber gun and we spent the class doing what he calls “practical” or “real-world” aikido.
I hate this shit. I hate the "say some idiot walks up and holds a gun to your forehead" scenarios, I hate having a bright yellow rubber gun pointed at me by classmates, I hate holding it to my classmates' foreheads and being laughingly corrected on how to hold it because I'm a poor little female civilian who's never touched a gun in her life, and I hate when I follow their instructions and they're suddenly like, "whoa, you're too intense."
One, this is not why I come to class. Two, I'm sick of having to find the balance between "taking something seriously because they'll get mad if they think you're treating the rubber gun like a toy" and "not too seriously, because you have scary eyes and Resting Bitch Face."
Might switch to the Tuesday night class for awhile.
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