I sat on the padded floor, the back of my newly-trimmed hair fluffy with sweat and my body sore from the exercise.
As I sat there, I watched the aikido master with his students, and contemplated my story and my characters.
All at once I realized that this would be perfect. Aikido would be how She would find peace.
It would be how her journey to normality would begin.
Yesterday after work, a friend of mine invited me to join her at a free Aikido class being held at a local church. I’ve been wanting to go for some time, but have always forgotten; by the time I’m done with a work day, usually I am thinking all in pictures:
But yesterday, my friend texted me and reminded me of Aikido! That seemed much more appealing than simply going home and doing nothing, so I went along with her.
I was not disappointed! Though I’m sore this morning, I felt like it can become a GREAT addition to my lifestyle.
Now, if I can only remember to GO on Monday and Wednesday evenings!
*Regardless, this is how I felt last night:
Question: Have you ever tried any form of martial arts? What did you like about it? What did you hate?
* Refers to the tripping while standing there, and absolutely nothing else in the clip. (:46 to :51 .)