Friday, July 27, 2012

A Non Lethal Dose of Good


Rained out for a day.   And It’s a Kung Fu night!  Double Fist Pump, YEEEEESSSS!  Probably forgot much of my belongings in Vermilion, but I was packed up in record time.  Beeline home and off to the Kwoon.  For me it was like unleashing a caged animal.  Like getting an injection of motivation, energy, discipline.

I thought back a few nights ago when I recognized a death race shirt on a fella just stepping out for a run.  I pulled the truck over and talked to him, not because I am all that personable, but rather I NEEDED, this influence.  We talked briefly about training, what legs we were running, how things were going for this year’s endeavor.  That contact was important to me, because alternatively while out on the work site, most people deem walking to the truck for a cigarette and coffee more exercise than they wish to muster.

The way the world is now, most people involved in Kung Fu deal with these two extremes;  Torn between building something great  using the synergy of like minded people, and falling the other way under the influence of those that are the sinks and vacuums of everything that is good.

Obviously each person has a different level of positive influence they require to keep them on the right track.  Being away from the Kwoon and getting more than my fair share of people giving it the college try, I am starting to realize my personal threshold for dummies.  Surprisingly it is quite high.

The death race is coming up in a week, and this is a great event for so many reasons, but mostly because like Kung Fu, the atmosphere is rich with people that are health conscious, strive for physical discipline, and feed off other individuals of like mind.  The challenge for me as of late is not recognizing when I am reaching my dummy threshold, but rather where to go to get a dose of the good stuff.  I am slowly learning to take full advantage of every opportunity.  Even opening a newspaper and scrolling past the negative and reading the stories involving, as put in Mastery terms....miracles.

I feel as a martial artist, especially a Silent River Martial artist, we are dealers.  It is our responsibility to first tend to our needs for preserving what makes us exceptional.  To know what we require personally to keep us thriving positively, and then, knowing what we have in reserve to improve those we influence. 

Vince

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