The future's bright...
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j4I passed my karate grading, and am now an orange belt.
Fortunately the weather in Winchcombe was much cooler than it seems to have been in Cambridge -- we even had rain and thunder, and an impressive (if brief) powercut while we were watching the sword gradings (all the swordspeople carried on silently performing their cuts, blades glinting in the near-dark). But it was still warm, and the dojo was boiling. By the end of the grading/training session there were little pools of sweat all over the floor. Niiiiice.
The way the gradings are done, lots of people grade at once in small groups (about 4 people), with one or two instructors to each group. The instructors seemed to spend most of their time just shouting at us to kick higher, punch harder, generally work harder and be better, and I felt like I'd been bellowed at for hours (I've no idea how long it really was) when they finally told me, to my surprise, that I'd passed. Basically though I decided that I wasn't going to let a bunch of hollering goons in glorified pyjamas intimidate me, and I was just going to bellow right back at them -- with some pretty fierce kiai which have left my throat feeling a bit raw. Seemed to do the trick though.
The grading seemed to be much more like a particularly fierce lesson this time, though, rather than an exam; that is, the instructors didn't just yell, but also frequently told us (well, shouted at us) what we were doing wrong in a given exercise, and then told us to do it again. Not actually reminding us of moves, etc., but things like "wider stances", and "turn that foot round", and so on, followed by the inevitable "Do it again!" Which made it feel more useful in a way.
It's, um... interesting trying to do aikido wrist-locks when both your hands and your training-partner's hands are dripping with sweat, though. Ick. Fortunately they didn't spend long on those; and they didn't even ask for the judo throws that we had to know for the grading, for which I was profoundly grateful -- I wasn't exactly looking forward to having to try to heave some sweat-sodden bloke over my hip.
Having said that, though, I think the worst bit of the whole thing wasn't actually part of the grading at all, but the drive there and back (not that I was driving, thank god) -- three hours each way, nervous on the way there and exhausted on the way back; with Sensei and one other student, neither of whom are the easiest people to talk to (just because I don't have much in common with them, really). The best bit, though, was being told by Sensei after the grading that apparently I'd been the best student in my grading group. Okay, that's only best out of four, but still -- colour me well chuffed. :-)
Fortunately the weather in Winchcombe was much cooler than it seems to have been in Cambridge -- we even had rain and thunder, and an impressive (if brief) powercut while we were watching the sword gradings (all the swordspeople carried on silently performing their cuts, blades glinting in the near-dark). But it was still warm, and the dojo was boiling. By the end of the grading/training session there were little pools of sweat all over the floor. Niiiiice.
The way the gradings are done, lots of people grade at once in small groups (about 4 people), with one or two instructors to each group. The instructors seemed to spend most of their time just shouting at us to kick higher, punch harder, generally work harder and be better, and I felt like I'd been bellowed at for hours (I've no idea how long it really was) when they finally told me, to my surprise, that I'd passed. Basically though I decided that I wasn't going to let a bunch of hollering goons in glorified pyjamas intimidate me, and I was just going to bellow right back at them -- with some pretty fierce kiai which have left my throat feeling a bit raw. Seemed to do the trick though.
The grading seemed to be much more like a particularly fierce lesson this time, though, rather than an exam; that is, the instructors didn't just yell, but also frequently told us (well, shouted at us) what we were doing wrong in a given exercise, and then told us to do it again. Not actually reminding us of moves, etc., but things like "wider stances", and "turn that foot round", and so on, followed by the inevitable "Do it again!" Which made it feel more useful in a way.
It's, um... interesting trying to do aikido wrist-locks when both your hands and your training-partner's hands are dripping with sweat, though. Ick. Fortunately they didn't spend long on those; and they didn't even ask for the judo throws that we had to know for the grading, for which I was profoundly grateful -- I wasn't exactly looking forward to having to try to heave some sweat-sodden bloke over my hip.
Having said that, though, I think the worst bit of the whole thing wasn't actually part of the grading at all, but the drive there and back (not that I was driving, thank god) -- three hours each way, nervous on the way there and exhausted on the way back; with Sensei and one other student, neither of whom are the easiest people to talk to (just because I don't have much in common with them, really). The best bit, though, was being told by Sensei after the grading that apparently I'd been the best student in my grading group. Okay, that's only best out of four, but still -- colour me well chuffed. :-)
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Date: 2003-08-10 09:47 am (UTC)Wow!
Date: 2003-08-10 10:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-10 10:36 am (UTC)Slightly surprised you didn't use your orange icon for this one. :-)
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Date: 2003-08-11 06:12 am (UTC)I was torn between the kanji and the orange!
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Date: 2003-08-10 10:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-10 11:13 am (UTC)And the thirty-degree heat doesn't? :-)
- A, about one and a half litres into a two-litre bottle of mineral water...
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Date: 2003-08-10 11:25 am (UTC)If all be true that I do think,
There are five reasons we should drink:
Good wine – a friend – or being dry –
Or lest we should be by-and-by –
Or any other reason why.
And the beer at The Carlton is better than mineral water!
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Date: 2003-08-10 11:30 am (UTC)(Mineral water is unexciting, but it does the job of stopping me getting dehydrated. I'm willing to settle for that right now...)
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Date: 2003-08-10 11:36 am (UTC)Gotta keep those electrolytes topped up!
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Date: 2003-08-10 10:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-11 06:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-11 09:47 am (UTC)The lists do agree on the order of the other colours, except that one of them has red in what I might consider to be the wrong place.
(So where does the purple fit in in your system?)
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Date: 2003-08-11 09:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-11 09:51 am (UTC)I think the order for ours goes: white, yellow, orange, green, blue, purple, brown, black. (I'm sure about it up to green, less sure after that.) We don't have a red belt.
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Date: 2003-08-10 11:19 am (UTC)Well done!
Date: 2003-08-10 11:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-10 12:27 pm (UTC)Both times I've done the exam I've felt like I was going to pass out afterwards, so you did fantastically well to keep going through the heat.
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Date: 2003-08-11 08:06 am (UTC)How many instructors are watching?
We probably have about 50 students grading at once, but split up into groups. I mean, all in the same dojo (and with a training session going on at the other end of the dojo, which makes it even harder to hear the instructions they're giving us) but split up into groups within that.
Both times I've done the exam I've felt like I was going to pass out afterwards, so you did fantastically well to keep going through the heat.
If it had been as hot there as it was in Cambridge, I would have passed out. As it was my head was pounding and my whole body felt like it was on fire by the end of it. Next time I do a grading I'm going to try to do it in the winter, dammit!
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Date: 2003-08-10 12:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-11 03:02 am (UTC)