Great class tonight. :) Students of Shaolin Chuan aren't about to let a little thing like slushy roads get in the way of our training! ;)
I've been going to the intermediate classes on Saturdays, for various reasons that I don't want to go into now, but really the curriculum in those is over my head. While I'm not a total novice any more, I really still belong in the beginner class, but the problem is that those are held at times that are very inconvenient for me to get there, so I've been sorta slacking by going to the Saturday classes instead.
Really, I have no business doing that, even if Sifu said it was okay, because I'm not getting as much out of the intermediate classes as I do from the beginner classes. So I've started being more diligent about sticking with the lower level classes until I am ready for the more advanced stuff -- which is why I went out into the sleet tonight. There's no point in dedicating myself to the art, if I'm going to do it halfway, right?
On a semi-related note, if you know much about me you probably know that I've been overweight my whole life, ranging from not-terribly-overweight, to being really quite badly overweight. Now, with the Kung Fu and the Bowflex, I am probably in the best shape I've ever been in relative to my age. I had more energy and endurance ten or fifteen years ago, perhaps, but I'm a lot stronger (and have a lot less flab) now.
One of the side effects of this improvement in my shape, is an enhanced awareness of my own anatomical structure -- that is to say, now that there isn't a thick layer of fat making me the same tone of "flabby" all over, I have become aware of where my muscles, tendons, and bones are, and I am occasionally fascinated by watching and/or feeling the sensations of them working.
The backs of my hands are an area that particularly catches my interest. Until about ten months ago, my hands had always been on the pudgy side, big pillows of flesh that just sorta moved with very little external change. Not so, now! Now, flexing my fingers, making an unmaking a fist, or making little flourishes cause the structure of my hand to visibly contort, contract, and shift, causing wonderfully complex ripples in the skin. I find myself like Jack Sparrow, twiddling his fingers in the moonlight and saying, "That's interesting ... that's very interesting..."
If you're lucky enough to have kinder DNA and always been in decent shape, this may be old news to you; but to me, still learning what it's like to have a body even this relatively fit is like learning how the world works all over again. It's a great adventure! Of course, I've still got a long way to go before I'll be doing the cover of Men's Health, but it's still quite a thing to watch that long-despised flab melting away after all these years.
I sure was a fool to avoid living in my body for all those years. I don't regret the effort I spent on mental and spiritual development for a moment ... but I do perhaps regret all the time I wasted in front of the TV as a kid.
Anyway, that's all for tonight ... I'm tired and need to hit the hay. G'nite!