by Angel1

Created on: May 15, 2009

Choosing a martial art - emotional pain

Well, it was hot and it was summer. I had eaten loads of chocolate PLUS a plateful of lettuce, underneath the bed of rice. Green beans with it too. It was great. I had to keep my head clear. Think straight.

I then went training at karate. The evening was perfect. We did some take down exercises and everybody did a lot of getting hot and sweaty! This was the way it went. To lose weight, feel better, get hungry and release tension, we had to train hard enough for the pores to be released. It was ways of making me feel better, not complaining, but keeping quiet, keeping our heads down and using our sheer effort to better ourselves.

Not one person was hurt in the takedowns. That was for sure! Necessary for insurance purposes! Made the club look more professional!

But it was only when my ankle became sprained 6 months later from, first jumping backwards, onto the rear of the hall and dislocating something in my foot to push me into seeing a doctor.

I struggled on, resting for a week as the doctor advised only training after then to ensure I got that black belt though the instructor said that he would not make things easy for my grading day despite me being in pain, and wearing a bandage to relieve the pressure. I got sincerely annoyed, with the fact that he would not consider this, but persevered otherwise. I was determined to get that treasured stamp in my grading book to say that I was good enough to wear a black belt. After all, a lot of people looked up to black belts. This I knew, too well. After all, very few females had a black belt in our club. Not many women of my age had the time to train, they had other commitments boyfriends whose babies they had had and who they took to classes to train. Other more calming clubs to go to.

Then, not long after the accident/incident with the ankle, I was walking down the footpath after a long day at work, down a dodgy train footpath in high heels, when my ankle sprained. I leaned heavily on my weak ankle and, I think I slipped and fell. It was on train property!

Nobody really cared and carried on walking, though one or two people were rather concerned and me, being the independent person I was, said: I'm all right! This was true to a certain extent.

Though, at a later date a few weeks later I tried to see if I could claim any money for this accident/incident through a free company, for the inconvenience of being disabled for a time, but this was not possible, since the hole in the pavement was not deep enough. Choosing a martial art and keeping at it was difficult in this state!

This was very emotional for me, since I had known my karate instructor for 6 years and we were now finding it extremely difficult to get on with each other.

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