[at the beginning of aikido class last night]
Hmm… it’s been a while since I’ve been asked to perform a freestyle in class.
[in the middle of class, while doing partner practice on kata tori sankyo]
Damn it, I have the wrong hand on top again. Okay, okay, I’m just distracted, that’s all. A lot of stuff on my mind. That’s okay– it’ll come. I’ll work on it. No worries.
[towards the end of class]
Cecelia: Yoko! Front and center!
Here we go. Three ukes for freestyle. Aw man, the guy in the middle looks awfully tired. When I get up, slide to the right and take the girl first, since she’s my height.
[at the end of the freestyle, about 5 minutes later]
Man, I’m winded. I have to start endurance training now, or I’m going to collapse come test time.
[at the end of class]
Cecelia: You did a great job. It looked like you knew exactly what you wanted to do– some good moves there. Watch when you throw [kata ryote mochi kokyunage] that you take a step back every time.
Me: Thanks. I will.
[after coming home]
Ohmygod, you know I don’t even remember hearing the cheers and encouragements during freestyle? I must’ve been really focused. And to think I felt so disconnected all day!
Going to aikido is always worth it. I think I’d go nuts otherwise.