Today I said, I'm going to the dojo with the intention of connecting with my own body and telling myself is okay to feel it even if what I will feel is pain.
And I did! I almost barfed a million times but I didn't, and that's impressive. I know it worries my classmates when I stagger out doubled over, but they trust me when I say I'm okay. I appreciate their concern. I don't want to gross everyone out by saying, "Just trying not to vomit, I'm good so far!" I thought three hours would be enough of a break between eating and working out but now that it's warmer out I'll have to rethink that.
Injury: We practiced randori tonight, which is slow-motion, continuous sparring. We have to let the opponent finish a move if they are successfully carrying something out, and it's good for learning to take a hit. My opponent is very good, my belt level. We crashed our knees into one another and it caused enough pain to drop me to the floor! Sensei asked if it was dislocated and it was not, but it had dislocated a half-dozen times during warm-up, so I was impressed that it was in place. He said it'll hurt tomorrow, that I should ice it tonight, and I certainly will. Yowza!
Hazard:
Make sure the gym bag is stocked with enough nausea meds and supplies! Caramba!
Still, I was able to get up and continue sparring. That meant a lot to me. I'm getting stronger and stronger. Part of that is a matter of learning my limits and working around them.
New skill: When we were sparring Sensei reminded me to keep my hands up and guard my face. I've been working hard on that. He also said he wants to see me perform more mae geri and less mawashi geri. I lose my balance on mae geri, which surprises me. I have something to practice now. I'm learning to slow down and lower my kicks until my balance is better, then I raise them higher and it feels like I'm starting at zero. I'm probably not starting at zero, though.
Ahh, karate keeps me sane.
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