Back On The Horse…

Is it still called getting back on the horse if it’s an old war horse doing it? I have to admit that I’m in a reasonable amount of pain, this morning. Last night was my first night back to karate after being off for the summer. Normally, this wouldn’t be a big deal but the dojo I train with is pretty traditional and doesn’t pull its punches (pun fully intended). It was a wicked workout and I got a solid burn on. It feels good to be back at it, i have to say. It’s been something of a struggling summer, with some of the hotter weather limiting the number of kilometres I’ve put on the bike and some of my workouts being a bit less than I would have hoped.

As one gets older, things become more challenging. That isn’t an excuse, it’s simply reality. If you would have asked me twenty years ago where i’d be RIGHT now, I’d like have told you I’d be a sixth degree black belt and teaching at my own school. It’s funny how life works. I do know that over the past two decades, I’ve already learned more than the average person will ever forget about karate and the martial arts. that nay sound like a boast and it’s intended as such. I’ve pushed myself pretty hard throughout my life. It’s the only reason I’m still alive.

I’m looking forward to this year. I plan on learning some new forms, participating at the fullest and learning a new style at a level I haven’t yet managed to do since moving out to Saskatchewan. Challenge accepted. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need caffeine. And probably ice, but I have to go to work, so ice likely isn’t gonna happen… ☯️