Swordgasm!
Jul. 24th, 2006 10:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
la_belle_laideKung Fu tonight was maybe the best thing ever. We started out with basic five-way punching which we did for about fifteen or twenty minutes. Then on to Chi-gung, which is very slow, really strenuous Kung Fu which I always enjoy. It really works your thighs, too. And then. AND THEN!! In Blackbelt club!
Well, back up. In January, in this entry, I said: One fine day, Sifu is going to put a sword in my hand and teach me how to really use it. Afterwards, when I'm done with the paroxysms of joy and can actually type, I'll blog about that, too.
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I only hit the shrine once. One of the guys hit Sifu's hand. One of the ladies hit the wall. The swords were all wooden replicas. The sword form is pure sex. I swear I had a swordgasm while we were learning the opening moves to it. It's beautiful. It's gorgeousness and gorgeousity. With staff and sword going on, these are really exciting times for me at Kung Fu. I've been enjoying the staff form, though not quite hitting all of my stances and getting some of them confused, too. A few of the teachers there all have different ways of teaching and there is some confusion. There is some frustration. But the sword form was, like I said, sex, and oddly enough the sword felt a lot more natural to me than the staff does. I hit my stances. I got my cross step really low. I remembered everything after seeing it only a few times. Tonight, for whatever reason, I felt like I was on.
I hope I can stay that way, because I want this to rock my world.
The workout was pretty good tonight, too. We did the iron-body training, with the arm-hitting. I did this with Dave and Joe ("It's your funeral," Chris K said to me,) and I'm sure to be all bruised up, but that's actually a part of it. After a while, you stop bruising. Bruises are really nothing. And are good conversation starters. ;) My stretching was a little off tonight; for some reason I was really tight and I don't know why. But now I have that awesome, sore-muscled, over-extended ligament achiness that actually is what they call a good pain.
But, oh my god. The sword form!
Well, back up. In January, in this entry, I said: One fine day, Sifu is going to put a sword in my hand and teach me how to really use it. Afterwards, when I'm done with the paroxysms of joy and can actually type, I'll blog about that, too.
^______^
I only hit the shrine once. One of the guys hit Sifu's hand. One of the ladies hit the wall. The swords were all wooden replicas. The sword form is pure sex. I swear I had a swordgasm while we were learning the opening moves to it. It's beautiful. It's gorgeousness and gorgeousity. With staff and sword going on, these are really exciting times for me at Kung Fu. I've been enjoying the staff form, though not quite hitting all of my stances and getting some of them confused, too. A few of the teachers there all have different ways of teaching and there is some confusion. There is some frustration. But the sword form was, like I said, sex, and oddly enough the sword felt a lot more natural to me than the staff does. I hit my stances. I got my cross step really low. I remembered everything after seeing it only a few times. Tonight, for whatever reason, I felt like I was on.
I hope I can stay that way, because I want this to rock my world.
The workout was pretty good tonight, too. We did the iron-body training, with the arm-hitting. I did this with Dave and Joe ("It's your funeral," Chris K said to me,) and I'm sure to be all bruised up, but that's actually a part of it. After a while, you stop bruising. Bruises are really nothing. And are good conversation starters. ;) My stretching was a little off tonight; for some reason I was really tight and I don't know why. But now I have that awesome, sore-muscled, over-extended ligament achiness that actually is what they call a good pain.
But, oh my god. The sword form!
