Back on the Floor

May 1, 2008 by Black Belt Mama · 15 Comments
Filed under: ACL Hell, Tales from the dojo

I drove Big I to karate tonight and I couldn’t help but think that in just a few weeks, I could be training again. I was daydreaming about what it will feel like to tell everyone "I’m back!" I have not set foot on the training floor since my injury in October. It’s been a really long time.

As I entered the dojo tonight, my teacher commented about how well I was walking around. I told him that I’m getting there and hoping to return (slowly) in June. Somehow the conversation turned to Sanchin. I said I didn’t know it and he said he would teach me. I thought it would be from the sidelines.

I was having a conversation with another Mom in the dojo when Hanshi summoned me from the upstairs training floor. He told me take my shoes off and come out on the floor. I took my shoes off, threw my jacket and purse on the bench and walked out. It felt really strange being back on the floor, but even more so in jeans.

Hanshi explained Sanchin and talked about the meaning of the number "three" within our system and how it relates to pretty much everything in our style. And then we started. In a casual stance, I stood there and worked on Sanchin breathing. Then we added hand motions. When it was time to get into the Sanchin stance, I just kept my feet facing forward and didn’t worry about my stance. I spent about 40 minutes out on the floor walking through Sanchin with the rest of the class, careful not to pivot on my knee or do anything that would cause a problem.

I wanted to be completely immersed in learning Sanchin but I couldn’t help but think about my knee almost constantly. I tried to get into a good nai hanchi stance but it was really difficult to do. Like squats, I continue to put more weight on my right leg, not yet trusting my left knee to keep up with the right. I knew I was going to need some work on basics again but I had no idea how much.

I also tried to stand in cat stance with my weight on my left leg and that was nearly impossible and painful. My knee cap area just started to ache and I backed off. At one point while standing there, I started to think about how good it felt to be back out there again; but then I almost welled up with tears thinking about how difficult a journey it’s going to be to get back to where I used to be.

The reality that it is going to take me months just to get my body to do the basic things that it used to do without thinking is hitting me hard tonight. After knocking out all the things I couldn’t do at home, like carrying Lil C up and down the stairs and even something so simple as alternating steps when going up and down, I mistakenly believed I was almost there.

Going back to karate is going to pose an entirely different set of challenges. Tomorrow, when I go to PT, I’m going to talk to my physical therapist about the stances I’ll need to use and ask him to help me get there. I realized tonight that the mental aspect of coming back is going to be the hardest part, but the physical part isn’t going to be a cake walk either.

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Verdict

May 1, 2008 by Black Belt Mama · 12 Comments
Filed under: House Hunting

They love our house. We’re their favorite. Are you sensing a "but"? Because there is one.

They are first time home-buyers and they want to see every other possibility in the whole wide world before they decide we are the right house for them. This does not mean they don’t want our house; they do. They just want to be 100% sure and they can’t be if they’ve only seen eight other properties. While they continue to peruse the universe, they want to be notified immediately if another offer comes in on our house.

I might be slightly exaggerating about the number of homes they intend to see; but I am a woman on the edge here. I am a woman who is seriously sick and tired of vacuuming morning, noon and night and constantly putting dishes and clothes away. I am a woman on official bed-making strike. I am done. . .

. . .until we get another call for a showing and then I’ll turn right back into Martha again, spelling out "buy me now" in the carpet with the vacuum and baking perfect chocolate chip cookies that the girls aren’t even allowed to smell.

In the interest of completely changing the subject so that my breathing can return to normal once again, what does one wear to Tequila Con 2008? Because I have no idea, and somehow I’m imagining that asking Karl might be a bad idea.