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:: Posts Tagged ‘judo’ ::

2010/4/15

A few weeks ago, I got into a tiff with my sister’s Wii Fit. I took the time to enter some personal data, and follow its instructions, and it had the nerve to call me fat. And that I have the body of someone six years older than me. What an insult to see my unsuspecting little Mii suddenly balloon around the middle and teeter desperately around like a struggling Weeble. Harumph, indeed!

So, on a totally unrelated, but conveniently timed note, my wife encouraged me to give a go to the local community judo club. (Judo being Japanese for “The Way of Self-Inflicted Pain and Humiliation.”) She thought it would be a fun way for me to get some much-needed exercise, perhaps some confidence (it flags, you know), and to get a head start on a program she intends to put our son in when he hits five (so that it’ll prolong his flinging of me onto the mats by a few months). I’ve attended two sessions so far, and I will say, it’s been fun. (Also, that after two classes, I feel like lumbering Imhotep.)

As interesting damage is done to my body, I’ll make periodic posts and tweets. I intend to stick with this, as awkward as it feels. Aside from the fact that we paid for it, and the Scrooge in me intends to milk every penny out of the experience, I also need to get to a skill level where I can adeptly put a choke-hold on my sister’s Wii and hurl it across the room.

Question is, how many classes will it be before they teach us to shoot fireballs?

I haven’t made any promised updates since my original post on the topic, so I wanted to fill you all in how things are going in Judoville.

I can sum it up pretty easily. When I started out, at the end of each class, I felt basically like this:
Judo: Before

Now, after a month of Judo, I end my classes feeling like this:
Judo: After

Somehow, after multiple throws, tackles, pins, chokes, and armbars, this weird endorphin starts to kick in that makes me like the sensation. Well, maybe like is a strong word. Maybe not want to curl up and whimper.

Really, I think it’s the community feeling at the Judo club (Bushido Kai Judo Club, for the curious) I’ve joined that makes the difference. There’s such a kind, thoughtful and respectful bunch of sensei, senpai, and fellow white belts that I can’t help but feel welcome. (Sort of like going to visit your grandma, and after kissing you on the cheek, she puts you in a full nelson. It hurts, but hey, it’s still gran, right?) Those people have me feeling like I’m really starting to learn some of this stuff.

I’m also enjoying the effects of the physical exertion. I feel stronger (if more tired), and my stomach, which used to resemble an inflated balloon, now looks more like a group of smaller inflated balloons. Sexy! Also attractive are the bruises and friction burns that adorn my body. I had to show off a doozy of a bruise at the office last week. The testosterone compelled me. I’m giddy as a middle school jock.

My wife (who, I should remind you, signed me up for this) is shocked that I have such a desire to continue. She figured the physical abuse would have turned me off already, but I’m raring to keep this up. In fact, that surprise in her voice spurs me on. It’s pure machismo! This is a slippery slope. Please stop me if you see me pounding on third graders at the bike racks.

More to come!

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