In the summer of 2018 a bunch of stuff happened. It wasn't all bad. But it ended up leaving me in a position where I had a buddy who could, and was OK with, being the main instructor at my place (Wasabi). That had previously been my position so I could take a hiatus for an indefinite time so as to get some quality time increase with my lady.
Scroll forward almost two years and she & I are out ith friends, and one of the guys tells me across the table, "Hey, man. I'm going to start going to judo. You want to come with?" This guy is built for it, he's about 5'9" and weighs about 230 with aex-bodybuilder build, but not running to fat, so he's going to do well I thought. I asked him how this came about, and long story made short, his wife's old boss had been chatting with him online about whatever politicohistory stuff and happened to mention his own dojo, and inviting my buddy to give it a try. I asked him where it was... and ddern me if it wasn't Sense Karl Geis' old school on the West side of Houston.
Which brings me back onto the mat after a 104-week break. I've always considered martial arts skill to be frangible, meaning they degrade over time and begin to do so immediately... but quite a bit of the muscle memory is still "in there." That made me feel pretty positive about it... first time in randori after the break and I floated a guy up pretty good with a foot sweep just like old times. Planed him out about chest high, nice soft fall, great training partners. It's all good...
Scroll forward almost two years and she & I are out ith friends, and one of the guys tells me across the table, "Hey, man. I'm going to start going to judo. You want to come with?" This guy is built for it, he's about 5'9" and weighs about 230 with aex-bodybuilder build, but not running to fat, so he's going to do well I thought. I asked him how this came about, and long story made short, his wife's old boss had been chatting with him online about whatever politicohistory stuff and happened to mention his own dojo, and inviting my buddy to give it a try. I asked him where it was... and ddern me if it wasn't Sense Karl Geis' old school on the West side of Houston.
Which brings me back onto the mat after a 104-week break. I've always considered martial arts skill to be frangible, meaning they degrade over time and begin to do so immediately... but quite a bit of the muscle memory is still "in there." That made me feel pretty positive about it... first time in randori after the break and I floated a guy up pretty good with a foot sweep just like old times. Planed him out about chest high, nice soft fall, great training partners. It's all good...