Author: Joelle White

Of course we have to listen to our instructors when they’re talking to us or to the whole class.  If we don’t, we’re likely to be assigned push-ups or we might not get tapped for promotion.  But what about when Sensei is talking to someone else.  Do we get to tune out?  Sometimes, yes.  If we haven’t been told to stop what we’re doing we need to continue to give our full attention to the task at hand.  But what about if we’re just jogging, stretching, or waiting for the next count or for our turn?  If I have the opportunity to listen to my instructor talk to someone else, I do so.  I learn a lot.

Who is Sensei talking to?  If he or she is talking to someone more highly ranked than himself or herself, I pay attention – this is most likely how I myself should be treating those above me.  If the instructor is talking to someone lower ranked than me, I try to remember if I’ve had the same thing said to me when I was that rank.  If Sensei is speaking to someone the same rank as me or higher, I try and see if what he or she is saying applies to what I am doing.  I look for trends – do most people that rank need help with that particular thing?  If there is a trend, do those students improve after a bit of advice?  It’s good to start building a knowledge base before one starts teaching.  If it’s OK with the instructor and the other party, I listen in when he or she is talking with parents, facility managers, and others who are not students.  Someday this might be my gig!

How the instructor is saying something is very much worth noting.  I look at the Sensei’s body language and his or her facial expressions.  I listen to the tone of his or her voice.  If I find myself thinking I would prefer to take a different tone, I make a note of that.  I tell myself I don’t have to be a clone of any instructor.  However, if the Sensei is getting positive results, by all means I remember how he or she is communicating.  Then, if I can, I pressure test it myself as appropriate in training, at work, or with my family.

There might come a time when I will see a Sensei being pressure tested.  This is pure gold.  How does he or she deal with angry parents?  How does he or she handle it when a pissed-off lady marches to the front of the room and glares at everyone (yes, this really has happened)?  What does the instructor do when a child just won’t stop clowning around?  I’ve even seen a Sensei physically attacked, and the response was awesome and didn’t result in any harm to anyone.  Adversity sometimes brings out the worst in a person – if an instructor blows it, how does he or she clean up the aftermath?  Seeing an instructor under pressure is an opportunity for me to learn.

Listening is a part of the discipline of a martial art.  In many Karate dojos, students are pretty much restricted to saying one word – “Ossu!”  during class time.  This actually is quite freeing.  I am free to analyze what the instructor is saying, how he or she is saying it, and the results.  If I’m devoting my brain power to talking, I miss out on a golden learning opportunity.  I miss out on learning how to be an instructor.

Want to read an article that complements what I’ve written?  Check out this article by Jesse Enkamp – This “Shut-Up-And-Train” Challenge Will Laser-Focus Your Karate

I finally had the opportunity to spar with a new adult lady student.  I was looking forward to it because I knew she’d had previous Karate experience.  Her brother has been coming to class for a few months and his previous level of experience shows.  She herself has only been with us for a short time, and I didn’t know her well.  I assumed she had the same abilities as her brother.

“Hajime!”

I knew instantly I was mistaken.  Looking at her was like looking into a magic mirror that showed how I once was.  Instantly I knew what she was feeling.  It was written all over her face and body.  Her fighting style is different than mine used to be, but oh did I ever relate to what I saw in her as the emotions played across her face and body during the bout.  She acquitted herself very well.

My new friend is definitely “in process.”  Don’t get me wrong – I liked what I saw in her, and really, it was beautiful.  I’m still in process too, as evidenced by Sensei’s request for me to ramp down my intensity even further while working with my new friend.

Later the same class I gleefully bounced over to a new sparring partner, a lady who significantly outranks me.  I love sparring with karateka who are way better at sparring than I am because it pushes me to the top of my game.  Never mind I get my butt kicked, I value the lessons more than my pride.

“Hajime!”

What did this sparring partner see in me?  Did she see anything of herself reflected back?  I’m betting she knew how hard to push me based on what she saw.  Even still, she once threw something just a shade too hard and apologized (no harm done).  I’m thinking she’s still “in process” too.  Did I get a good look into a magic mirror that showed me something of my future?  I hope so because I liked what I saw.

I’m “supposed to” have learned only two new kata – namely, those needed for my next belt test.  Somehow I’ve accumulated five (three of them very recently).  I’m enjoying the new material, but at the same time I am now experiencing the reason why we generally focus only on one or two kata at a time.  It’s tough giving proper attention to the two katas I’m supposed to be polishing while I’m learning three more and reviewing all previous kata just in case I have to teach them to a junior.  My family is now used to me periodically dancing around the living room clutching notes and muttering to myself.  The next-door neighbors hurried their children inside when I was doing this in our driveway.

Yes, at this stage, the two kata I will present at my next belt test need refinement. In case you’re wondering, they’re Nijushiho and Rohai Shodan.  No, I’m not satisfied with how well I perform them.  And no, I’m not bored with them – in fact, I’m getting fond of Rohai Shodan.  Am I a glutton for punishment?  Nope.  Kata is fun for me.  All those reasons are definitely not why I’m tackling three “extra credit” katas.

Two of the three “extra credit” katas are part of my Karate heritage.  I am very fortunate to have learned them, as they are dusted off only every once in a blue moon and not widely taught.  We’ve borrowed a lot of our katas and perform them in the style they came from, but we have three that are our own – Tai Sabaki Shodan, Nidan, and Sandan.  I’ve learned the first two of the three.  They are simple to learn but difficult for an intermediate student like me to execute beautifully.  I suspect these three kata are designed for us to “grow into” them.  I’ll probably learn the third at next month’s visit to Major Employer’s Club Dojo.

The third “extra credit” kata I’ve learned, Jion, is for the test after my next belt test.  Someone was in the mood to teach it, asked me if I wanted to learn it, and I happily accepted the offer.  Just a whim.  I hadn’t paid much attention to others when they were practicing this kata, but once I started sinking my teeth into it I started loving it.  Loads of people hate it because of this, that, and the other.  But I think Jion is pretty nifty.

Yep, my brain is jelly.  I’m not quite in over my head, but I’m darn close.  On the other hand, I absolutely do not have any excuse to skip practicing outside of class time.  I have plenty of material to play with – 16 kata in all.  Five kihon kata.  Five pinan kata.  Bassai Dai, Nijushiho, Rohai Shodan, and Jion.  Tai Sabaki Shodan and Tae Sabaki Nidan.  Maybe I’m not “supposed to” do this.  But on the other hand…  Something has changed.

I’m making connections between what I’ve learned previously and new material.  Embusen and bunkai are more important to me now.  I’m taking copious notes so I don’t have to rely only on faulty memory.  My dyslexia is minimized as I learn how to learn.  I’ve even noticed I’m picking up Zumba movements more easily than ever, and I only do one Zumba class per week.  Somehow I’ve made some sort of a leap forward.

I’m loving every minute.  Attitude is key.  I love the challenge.  I love the art of performing, the raw brutality of bunkai, the fierce joy of it all.  It’s passion that drives me to practice, sometimes spending big chunks of time on one sequence or even one or two movements.

I have a feeling that I’m very close to biting off more than I can chew.  But I also know that as long as I employ a good bit of time management skills, balance my priorities, and keep a good attitude, I’ll be OK.  Just so long as I don’t trip over furniture or step on the dog while I’m dancing around with notes in my hand…

My deepest thanks to the karateka who let me train with them during this year’s training for USA Karate Nationals.  This post is dedicated to you.  To those who are competing – best wishes and I can’t wait to hear all about it!!!

Fire.  Hammer.  Anvil.  One foot in front of the other.  One more rep.  Reaching deep into yourself to find what it takes to continue…  And sometimes finding you don’t have it.  What happens then?

Encouragement goes a long way.  When someone believes in you, that’s powerful.  Sometimes I can squeeze out a few more reps if someone is there for me.  If you give it your all and still fail, someone’s commendation for your effort is a great motivation to perform better next time.

Then suddenly you find you’re pushed to the next level.  Like metal thrust into the fire, hammered again, over and over and over – shaped gradually and deliberately into something greater than a lump of ore.  And oh, it’s a process.  You go into the fire and back onto the anvil again and again, pushed to even higher levels.

But what if encouragement isn’t enough?  What if your body gives out and you simply cannot do one more burpee?  What if you are trying so hard that you break?  I’m not talking about breaking bones, I’m talking about putting forth so much effort that you burst into tears out of sheer frustration because you’re fighting to do one more pushup and your arms won’t lift you.

News flash.  You have a breaking point.  Some of us can take more than others, but everyone has a point where we hit a wall.  Splat.

It’s pointless to think that you’re so tough that you will never break.  The trick to dealing with brokenness is to make some important decisions before you break.  Decide now, before you break, to remind yourself that breaking is simply an indication that you need to build yourself up in that area.  Decide now, before you break, that after you reach that point you will outline (in writing) specific plans to improve.  Most importantly, decide to listen to those who are cheering you on, not those who are calling you weak.  You will get stronger.  Give yourself time.

You can be re-forged.  You will already be familiar with the fire, the anvil, and the hammer.  Hopefully you will find that you trust the process of shaping even more than you did before you were broken.  If you don’t, find someone who can talk you out of quitting, who can remind you of how far you’ve already come, and who will be there for you in the future.

What eventually comes of the time spent in the forge of martial arts training?  Better performance, obviously.  Belts, medals…  Yes, all that’s nice, but there ought to be more.  There’s a shaping of character – and more.  A desire to pass along the lessons learned from the forge grows in one’s heart.  More than that, one realizes that there are applications to life outside the training hall.  We get knocked down in life.  We grow weary.  Decide now what you’re going to do in the forge of life.

Thank you to those who pushed me so hard that I broke. I found out what I’m made of. Thank you for being there for me.

Thanks also to Ando Mierzwa for passing along the lessons he’s learned:  “Breaking Down in Martial Arts.”  Because of him, I knew it wasn’t the end of the world when I finally did break down and cry during training.

Journal from 7/2/16:

Why am I happy about being exhausted?  It’s because I’ve done more today than I ever dreamed possible.  I’ve been pushed hard physically and was literally dripping with sweat after the end of a brutal three hour training session.  Three hours every Thursday, Friday, and Saturday since May 26th.  Jogging.  Sprinting.  Brutal arm, ab, and leg work.  Kumite drills.  Kumite.  Kata.  Kihon.  Today I broke my records for the fiendish variations of push-ups that we do.  On one fiendish arm exercise, I have suddenly gone from 12 to 26 reps.  On another, I went from 10 to 20.  Yet another – five to ten.  I really can’t explain this sudden explosion in ability.

I’m going to hazard a guess.

One week ago today I pushed hard to get to the number we were told to do, but I still couldn’t in spite of weeks of training and, most importantly, doing these exercises at home on non-training days.  Sure I had improved since the first days of training, but last week I couldn’t do the number of reps we were told to do. I fought my weakness and I fought hard.

Something beautiful happened.  Every time I struggled, one of the black belts came and physically assisted me so that I could finish the required repetitions.  He did not let me collapse, which, in some of the exercises, might have resulted in injury.  I was fighting so hard that I didn’t really hear the encouraging words, just the soothing tone.  When I finished each exercise, I allowed myself three seconds on the mats, no more.  I wanted to cry from a combination of frustration, relief, and from the sheer wonderfulness of having someone support and encourage me.

Thursday and Friday of this week the arm workouts were lighter and I did pretty well.  Then came today – we were told to do what we usually do.  And I proceeded to blow my previous records out of the water.  At the end of each exercise I would say, “I can’t believe I did it!”  Maybe it was the psychological boost from last week that made the difference?  What do you think?