First year of my Creative Writing course at college has now finished. I’ve really enjoyed it. Part of me wonders if I should be learning something that could be of some kind of use when it comes to trying find a new job/career in a couple of years time, but: a) I still have no idea what I could possibly do for a new career, and b) There’s still a chance I could make a living from being creative right? Right??
Anyway, with college over until Autumn I thought I’d try a few other things out… last night I went to a free trial session of Wing Tsun Kung Fu, in Shoreditch. I’d read up about it and learning self-defence, increasing fitness levels combined with philosophy, spirituality and learning a bit of Cantonese appealed to me. Alas one hour into the two hour class, much as I hate quitting, I quit.
This was due to being both too unfit and too much of a wuss for even a beginners class.
Part of the manners/respect side of things was not to drink water until the allocated water break. The allocated water break didn’t come in the hour I was there. I’m fitter than I’ve been in years (which isn’t saying much) but after an hour of exercising without any water my vision was starting to go fuzzy and my brain/concentration levels were going all wrong.
Secondly, most of the people in the class were beginners, except for one guy who’d been studying for years at a different club and had come along to the trial to try out a different club. Maybe if I hadn’t been partnered with him so often it would’ve been different, but we were wearing padded chest protectors, and there was a lot of walking and punching (and later kicking) the chest of your partner across the room and back, and then changing over so the puncher became the punchee (and vice versa)… Maybe I’ve got a weak chest or whatever, but the blows from this one guy were taking my breath away and surprisingly painful even through the padded chest protector. My poor chest was getting mighty sore and I was regularly taken over by big hacking coughs. After a while I found myself thinking, I’m not enjoying this at all, I doubt I’ll come back. Then the guy missed the pad a few times, one kick landed high (I was bending down to lower the target) causing me to bite my tongue, and I thought I don’t have to go through another hour of this.
So in what I’m telling myself was quite assertive an assertive move, tail between my legs, I wussed out and left. And then somehow managed to walk straight into an accidentally-getting-on-the-wrong-train-home nightmare! That’ll learn me.
Chest is still sore today, but at least my lungs stopped wheezing at some point this morning. A shame because the teacher was good and enthusiastic and the things I learnt made sense. Will try another martial art when I’m fitter… and hopefully I’ll get paired with someone at a similar level next time.
Tonight I’m going to a talk on Transcendental Meditation… hopefully there’ll be marginally less punching and kicking. 🙂