Last night marked the end of a long few months of wrangling, back and forth and phyiscal labout, as we took to the mats for the first time in the new ISK Martial Arts academy. There were still a few things to get done in the last few minutes before the start of the class (if I never have to cut a jigsaw mat again it’ll be too soon), but we got there, and the place looks amazing.
It was a big class to start, which was good in a way, as it gave us a chance to see how things would work with a full hall. On the flip side though, it was HOT. I mean seriously hot. Combined with the lingering fumes of the white spirit we’d been using to take the last of the tape glue off the mats, and it made it a very uncomfortable warm-up.
The rest of the lesson followed suit – hard work, regardless of it being line work, forms, self-defence, sparring, we gave the place a worthy christening. If you check the latest news post you’ll see some red faces and some very sweaty doboks, and I’m really suffering for it today. I feel absolutely drained, which I’d love to put down to the hard gym session on Tuesday, but I think it’s that first lesson that did the damage. As a result I’ll be skipping my Thursday session at the gym tonight, as there’s nothing left in me to give.
To the uninitiated this might read like a bit of a whinge really, but anyone who was there last night, and there at any point during the renovations, will know just how awesome it was, and how much of a high we all left on (nothing to do with the white spirit fumes either!). Training should be hard, it should leave you exhausted, sweating and ready for bed; in my opinion anyway, and that’s exactly what we got last night.
It’s great to be in our new home, I look forward to many years of self-imposed pain and tiredness