Scott H
20th January 2012, 07:24 AM
From a seven year break from Kendo that is.
Sort of hard to believe that I'm back in the kendo world, and yet here I am. I don't want to get high-falutin' about things, but in 2004 I stopped doing Kendo. There were all manner of reasons I believe, but in short, I stopped and took up a style of kung-fu.
Long story short, that school closed down last year in August and I was left wondering what to do. I looked at a few other kung-fu schools, an Aikido dojo, and (my god) even a boxing gym. Regardless that these places were all well and good, they all left me feeling vaguely ... empty. I was at a loss. I mean, martial arts is something I've done since I was a kid and suddenly I was no longer inspired.
One day I looked up at my bogu bag sitting on a shelf in the garage. A fair amount of dust covered it, and I thought to myself "Well, maybe it's time to try Kendo again". I knew there was a Kendo dojo near to where I had moved back in '04, so I went along to simply watch a practice. This was back in October of last year.
Gosh, what do you know? I sat through maybe all of 10 minutes of that practice before I felt the burning desire to run back home, grab that bogu, and get stuck in again. I looked forward to the next practice like a beginner does and could hardly wait. I was surprised by reaction actually. It was quite strong indeed.
In fact, what was once a dying ember has burst back into flame.
Coming back to Kendo? One of the best things I've done in my life.
(FULL DISCLOSURE: Boy, those bad Kendo habits come straight back though)
Sort of hard to believe that I'm back in the kendo world, and yet here I am. I don't want to get high-falutin' about things, but in 2004 I stopped doing Kendo. There were all manner of reasons I believe, but in short, I stopped and took up a style of kung-fu.
Long story short, that school closed down last year in August and I was left wondering what to do. I looked at a few other kung-fu schools, an Aikido dojo, and (my god) even a boxing gym. Regardless that these places were all well and good, they all left me feeling vaguely ... empty. I was at a loss. I mean, martial arts is something I've done since I was a kid and suddenly I was no longer inspired.
One day I looked up at my bogu bag sitting on a shelf in the garage. A fair amount of dust covered it, and I thought to myself "Well, maybe it's time to try Kendo again". I knew there was a Kendo dojo near to where I had moved back in '04, so I went along to simply watch a practice. This was back in October of last year.
Gosh, what do you know? I sat through maybe all of 10 minutes of that practice before I felt the burning desire to run back home, grab that bogu, and get stuck in again. I looked forward to the next practice like a beginner does and could hardly wait. I was surprised by reaction actually. It was quite strong indeed.
In fact, what was once a dying ember has burst back into flame.
Coming back to Kendo? One of the best things I've done in my life.
(FULL DISCLOSURE: Boy, those bad Kendo habits come straight back though)