I had wanted to try a martial art with growing interest for years, but was at a loss as to which one would suit me best, Karate? Judo? Taekwondo? The list was endless, and why did I want a Martial Art in the first place? After a three year think and ponder I knew that I really didn’t want to be drilling up and down a mat, getting kicked round the chops, doing endless pushups on my knuckles or breaking lumps of rock with my FISTS OF STEEEEEEEEL.
By the time I felt ready to take up a Martial Art (add another two years) I had discovered my universe seemed to operate on an economy of subtlety, grace and serendipity, with the right energies directed to the right places fantastic results could be readily observed. I also discovered that what I mostly desired was a physical tool to reflect this whilst also serving as an outlet and quieting influence on the boundless madness of my overactive grey matter.
- I needed a physical tool to reflect and feed into my outlook on life.
- I needed a focus and damping valve for my mind.
- Serendipity threw me into new employment in a new town and brought a chance conversation with a colleague:
“I’ve been thinking about Martial Arts for awhile…”
“Have you thought about Aikido?”…
“Ahhhh… come along Wednesday and check it out.”
- Because everything’s worth a shot once…… Except the Cyanide kids!