![]() ![]() Anyway back to judo, and I say judo as at that young age it was simply judo to me not a style or discipline, the weeks dragged on and we kept going over the same thing stance, falls and throws – this was not what I wanted. Destiny siva whisperings how to#Anyway off I went every Thursday at 6pm to the Village Hall and learnt for several weeks how to fall on the mats with my leading arm out, and then slowly progressing to some of the simple throws but this all seemed to take for ever and did not give me the same thrill of physical combat as everything was so measured and disciplined, unlike my boxing which was more like a wild cat being released from a bag, arms swinging, eyes wide and racing forward at whoever stood before me including on occasion the ref if he got in the way. This seemed ideal and so I joined expecting to rise through the ranks to Black Belt status in weeks. ![]() Regretfully we had to move house due to my father getting a new job so I had to leave the club, but as luck would have it at a local village hall they had a Judo club. My least favourite was the weekly runs around the streets, especially in the winter with the wind and rain stinging your face, but we managed to laugh at each other splashing through the puddles as we had an incentive, the winner of each weeks run got to train with Big Jimmy, our club champion – to us kids it was akin to training with Henry Cooper. First there were the smells of sweat ground in to the floors and ring over years of hard work, the leather of the bags and gloves, the encouragement to work hard skipping and punching, ducking and weaving in games of tag in the ring, and being allowed to hit the other youngsters. At school I was never the best of students as the world outside the classroom called to me constantly with trees to climb and adventures to be undertaken, driving my teachers mad with my day dreaming and excuses to disappear from class on a myriad of errands. Martial arts covers a very broad spectrum of different disciplines and every time you open a magazine it can seem like there is a new art for you to discover, so how do you as an enthusiast choose the right one to learn? When I was young I was enrolled in a boxing club to help me tame my wild side and learn responsibility and discipline, and also to try and wear me out as I drove my parents mad with my non flagging energy and healthy love of mischief. ![]()
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