Training bloopers
Over the course of my training, I’ve had my fair share of screw ups. Some really hurt, some were just plain funny, and others were a combination of the two.
This is for some of the people who think that I take myself too seriously. I don’t, even though I may look serious a lot of the time, and here’s the proof. I still laugh and cringe at some of these things.
While fighting, you must be aware of both your opponent and your surroundings (among other things). Training outdoors occasionally involved my growing close to nature in ways that I would rather have avoided as evidenced by the following two incidents:
Learning weapons was always a fun time too. Most of the time, learning a rigid weapon (sword, spear, staff, etc) is no big deal because they’re, well, rigid. The real fun comes when learning flexible weapons (whips, sectional staves, and things of that sort).
The beginning stages of my learning the weapon were filled with a scene similar to this one: Block, Block, Attack, Block, Knock myself in the head (or certain other spots), Fall over while my sifu smirks.
There were even some amusing moments in fencing while I was at Ohio University. My favorite was when I was fighting a teammate who had trained in strip fencing before he came to OU. I made a short mantis spring in order to get inside his guard, and he started backing up rapidly. My spring turned into running after him while he retreated backwards.
I ended up chasing him around the salle literally one and a half laps (everyone else at this point had stopped fighting and stood there watching). In the end, I had a thought as to how to beat him.
I stopped and took two steps backward. As a strip fencer, this caused him to advance – right into my sword.
This list would not be complete without my favorite training incident. Keep in mind that my sifu was a small, evil Chinese man with a nearly perpetual Cheshire cat grin. I picked up a few too many traits from him (as some people who know me can attest).
While having me do low horse stance, he'd carry a rattan
stick with which to make sure I was remaining focused. He'd give me enough of a
hit to get my attention if I wasn't all there but not enough to hurt me, at
random.
Since it was just the two of us, he'd wander around, looking at my stance from
all angles and sometimes just appear to ignore that I was there at all.
One day, I hadn't noticed him for probably five minutes or so, but didn't really
think about it. I just stayed in stance.
It turns out that he was sneaking up behind me.
He didn’t have a stick this time…
He had two.
I caught one behind each knee and got flipped in the air before landing, looking
up at him.
He looks down at me, chuckles and shakes his head before speaking.
"You know, I have taught you to be prepared for surprises..."
"Yes, sifu..."
"This was a surprise."
"Yes, sifu...."
"You need to work on that...."
*failed attempt to not chuckle on my part*
"Now, get up and get back into stance"
Thinking about that still makes me laugh. Lessons in humility (I'd started
getting a little bit over confident) and non-standard thinking from a small
Chinese man. I try to think of that moment whenever I take myself too
seriously.