Three hours of quality practice time today, much of it one-on-one fine-tuning of forms and techniques.
Preceeded by the consumption of Bacon Cinnamon Buns, prepared by the Guru and served to us hot from the oven. I was skeptical - it sounded like something a couple of college guys would come up with - but he was right; they were amazing. Next, he'll be bringing us his trademark cheese-filled, beer-batter-dipped burgers. My arteries are clogging just thinking about it.
Thankfully, I wasn't too stuffed to practice after such a treat. The focus today was on Judo and falls, then we spent a long time nit-picking forms, then going over (and over, and over) Sword II.
It's been a stressful few days around here and I can't even begin to express how good it felt to go in there with people I love and trust and to put everything out of my mind except this form, this throw, this fall.
I had one of the teen girls in the car with me on the way home and I told her I could have worked for another three hours. I think she understood - in our own ways, we're both dealing with the stresses of High School right now, and the dojang is our sacred space.
Grateful tonight for renewed peace of mind, for my wonderful friends and mentors, for my supportive family, and for a wonderful home-cooked lunch and dinner.
And for the relaxing movie and a leg massage from Savageman that await me now.