I can't believe what the I Ho Chuan has given me this year. Last night was, to me, absolutely irreplaceable and will be a memory I fondly think of for a long time to come. The camaraderie I saw and experienced was exceptional. We got so much accomplished, we laughed and we worked. I had the bejeezuz scared out of me by Sihing Robinson with his flying screaming monkey move (say that three times fast). We debated the many ways of death by rope dart. And I imagine they all think I'm crazy- there was a point where I was laying on the floor, half on another teammate, laughing so hard I think I snorted.
Mind you, I very much feel the aftereffects now. Steadily training, never getting home before 9pm, getting beaten and bludgeoned and broke. This is what typing with eight digits looks like, as two of my fingers scream if I make them work after catching a bokken across the hands. My wrist isn't healing. I have a permanent ache in my back and shoulders. And I'm tired.
But, as I see it, its all about your frame of mind. My fingers taught me that timing is everything, my wrist is teaching me to keep a good grip on my weapons, my back... well I'm not sure, but you get the point. I'm enjoying life right now. I'd rather live and be broken on occasion than not.
Days like today I wish I could quit my day job. All I want to do it go back to the kwoon. And nap.
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