Week 3 day 1, yo!
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Friday I met with a physical therapist about my shoulder. I injured it around the 3rd week of November. I took a fall from a throw and rather than rolling out of it I came down straight on it. For about 4 or 5 days back then I couldn’t train, but it came back to about 85% of normal and that allowed me back on the mat. Unfortunately, there is still pain and I’m still not fully recovered. It makes it hard to sleep most nights. After a few weeks of on again off again (read inconsistent) work to try and rehab it I thought I better get a professional opinion.
So, my PT looked at it and gave me some exercises to do. He is stressing that I don’t use more than 3 or 4 pounds, saying that we are trying to engage the smaller stabilizing muscles. My job now is to stay faithful to the program he laid out for me. hopefully in about a month we can see a difference.
We had a good class today. I haven ‘t been able to attend our Monday classes as of late but my schedule is all flubbed up with some training I’m having to do for work in SF. I have today free and a commitment tomorrow so I switched days.
Monday nights are our fundamentals night and I find a lot of benefit in taking a technique apart and working it slowly. I got an opportunity to work with one of our new folks. I find that I really like working with new people and I feel good about being able to show them some of the things that helped me when I started out.
Today, on the ferry, I read a little more on O’ Sensei’s biography. In the twenties he actually formed a volunteer fire brigade. The fire house (hut as his son refers to it) was apparently a place for the youth to congregate to laugh and sing and have a good time. O’ Sensei would cook snacks for them and yell at them when they ate everything at the fire house. The kids took particular pride in being able to make a martial arts master like O’ Sensei blow up at them.
These anecdotal stories paint a unique picture of our founder. He loved life and people loved him dearly. He was the epitome of joy, industrious, was always of service to others and very human.
Today before I left the dojo, I was talking to the Monday night teacher, Sasun about the book. I was telling him how I really enjoy the very human picture Kisshomaru Ueshiba paints of his father. He responded, “If O’ Sensei was indeed super human, then I’d be disappointed because there would be no way to attain what he had.” I thought that was incredibly wise.