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swan_towerI tried kicking in sparring today. Nobody's really taught me how to kick yet; I just monkey-see-monkey-do my way through it in movement exercises, based on a small amount of education in front and side kicks when I was twelve, and constant reminders to myself not to turn out and/or point my toes.
I am learning to kiai. But I'm still getting chastised for not kiai-ing sometimes, and I'm not sure how to explain those are the times when the rapid-fire neurons in my brain have already figured out I'm not going to connect. (Which is not a reason to swallow it, I suppose. But try telling that to my brain, which so far has only internalized "the punch doesn't count if you don't yell while it lands.")
Not so good: I think I am too dependent on the mirrors. When we do movement exercises, we advance across the floor toward the mirrored wall, but then we turn around and go the other way and unlike every dance studio I've been in, there are no mirrors back there. (Though there is a barre. Which convinces me there should be mirrors, dammit.) Anyway, I'm pretty sure my form is better going forward than back, and I don't think it's a side issue, since half the things we do alternate sides naturally to begin with. So: dear body, please pay attention to yourself, and don't depend on the eyeballs to do it for you.
My hip joints hate me. I'm thinking Thanksgiving break will be a good thing: a whole eleven days between rounds of dislocating my legs out of my pelvis. Maybe that will be long enough to get them to stop creaking like this.
Maybe.
I am learning to kiai. But I'm still getting chastised for not kiai-ing sometimes, and I'm not sure how to explain those are the times when the rapid-fire neurons in my brain have already figured out I'm not going to connect. (Which is not a reason to swallow it, I suppose. But try telling that to my brain, which so far has only internalized "the punch doesn't count if you don't yell while it lands.")
Not so good: I think I am too dependent on the mirrors. When we do movement exercises, we advance across the floor toward the mirrored wall, but then we turn around and go the other way and unlike every dance studio I've been in, there are no mirrors back there. (Though there is a barre. Which convinces me there should be mirrors, dammit.) Anyway, I'm pretty sure my form is better going forward than back, and I don't think it's a side issue, since half the things we do alternate sides naturally to begin with. So: dear body, please pay attention to yourself, and don't depend on the eyeballs to do it for you.
My hip joints hate me. I'm thinking Thanksgiving break will be a good thing: a whole eleven days between rounds of dislocating my legs out of my pelvis. Maybe that will be long enough to get them to stop creaking like this.
Maybe.
