I just wanted to take a moment to share a little accomplishment that, six months ago, I didn't think would happen. Today I tested for and obtained my blue belt in Okinawan Kenpo.
Now, some of you know that I've been training in martial arts for 20 years and have a black belt in another style. I even fought for many years on the circuit. I was sure-footed and had beautiful kicks. I had come back from many injuries including a shattered wrist. (When I broke my wrist I even showed up in the studio with external pins in my arm and my arm strapped to my chest ready to train. Yeah, they sent me home.) So, when I was diagnosed almost a year and a half ago, I was like "no prob" still gonna train.
It wasn't until about eight months ago when the extent of the damage done by my initial attack (delayed somewhat in showing it's true colors) combined with a relapse last summer completely knocked the wind out of those plans. I still went to the studio, but everything became so much more difficult. I became increasingly unsteady, unbalanced. I could no longer kick with my right leg and the left leg kicks are anything but pretty. My right arm, though not as bad as my right leg really is not completely under my control when I punch.
I was so distraught I almost quit something that was a big part of my life. I even remember breaking down one time in the studio and saying it'd be easier if the Fates just took my leg in one fell swoop than slowly taking away my use in bits and pieces. I am so glad my training partners, some of whom I've known for 20 years, not only refused to let me quit but kept encouraging me.
It took me a long time to get to the point where I stopped focusing so much on what I could no longer do and started focusing on what I could still do. I might never get in the ring and fight again or land a beautiful kick upside someone's head, but I am slowly getting more proficient at my ground work (grappling) seeing as that's where I'm going to end up rather quickly should I ever need to use my martial arts. I'm not going to say I never get frustrated, because I do. I just refuse to ever let it get to the point where I want to quit something I love again.
I'm writing this post not to brag on what I've accomplished but to hopefully encourage anyone reading this to never let MS take something you love to do away from you. You might not do it as well or the same way you once did, but you can still take joy in doing it.
So take that MS -- I win this round.
be well,
AZgal
Now, some of you know that I've been training in martial arts for 20 years and have a black belt in another style. I even fought for many years on the circuit. I was sure-footed and had beautiful kicks. I had come back from many injuries including a shattered wrist. (When I broke my wrist I even showed up in the studio with external pins in my arm and my arm strapped to my chest ready to train. Yeah, they sent me home.) So, when I was diagnosed almost a year and a half ago, I was like "no prob" still gonna train.
It wasn't until about eight months ago when the extent of the damage done by my initial attack (delayed somewhat in showing it's true colors) combined with a relapse last summer completely knocked the wind out of those plans. I still went to the studio, but everything became so much more difficult. I became increasingly unsteady, unbalanced. I could no longer kick with my right leg and the left leg kicks are anything but pretty. My right arm, though not as bad as my right leg really is not completely under my control when I punch.
I was so distraught I almost quit something that was a big part of my life. I even remember breaking down one time in the studio and saying it'd be easier if the Fates just took my leg in one fell swoop than slowly taking away my use in bits and pieces. I am so glad my training partners, some of whom I've known for 20 years, not only refused to let me quit but kept encouraging me.
It took me a long time to get to the point where I stopped focusing so much on what I could no longer do and started focusing on what I could still do. I might never get in the ring and fight again or land a beautiful kick upside someone's head, but I am slowly getting more proficient at my ground work (grappling) seeing as that's where I'm going to end up rather quickly should I ever need to use my martial arts. I'm not going to say I never get frustrated, because I do. I just refuse to ever let it get to the point where I want to quit something I love again.
I'm writing this post not to brag on what I've accomplished but to hopefully encourage anyone reading this to never let MS take something you love to do away from you. You might not do it as well or the same way you once did, but you can still take joy in doing it.
So take that MS -- I win this round.
be well,
AZgal
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