May 12, 2009
What All the Martial Artists Warned Me About
The gym gods were all aligning against me today. I should have skipped; but instead I got Lil C ready and got on my way. I only had an hour before the Kid Zone was closing so I had to hurry. The first main road I turned onto has a speed limit of 35. Big I's school is located along this road and during certain times of the day, it's a school zone with a 15 mph speed limit.
I was following another car. They were going faster than I was going, but the cop pulled out of the school parking lot pointing meanly at me with his lights flashing. Fantastic.
Meanwhile I'm sure all my neighbors are driving by. The only people who use that street are people who live in my neighborhood. The officer approaches the car and he's an older man. I take off my sunglasses, turn the radio off and hope that Lil C is pouting. He lets me off with a warning for going 25 on a road where the speed limit is usually 35, but the school zone lights had just turned on. I did not see them flashing and swear they had turned on right after I entered the school zone. As I'm getting finished up, a police SUV pulls up behind the cop car with his lights on too. What? He thought he needed back-up or something? Maybe they planned on busting me for not registering my hands as deadly weapons or something.
I directly attribute the warning without a ticket to Lil C looking adorable in the backseat with her little lamb stuffed animal sitting on her lap, and to me wisely deciding to turn off the T.I. I was listening to when he approached.
I should have known right then and there that my workout was doomed.
I arrived at the gym with about 40 minutes to squeeze my workout into and got started. I did higher reps and less sets and tried to blow through the sets as quickly as possible. I kept noticing one of the new trainers sort of following me around. He seemed to be trying to get my attention but I had my headphones in and I was doing my best to appear invisible.
It was when I got on the dip machine that he came over and started talking right in my face, ignoring my headphones. I couldn't just ignore him so I pulled one out. He was critiquing my form. Apparently, I needed to adjust the machine a little better. Normally I would have, but I was in a rush. I had 15 minutes left and I still had two arm exercises and abs to do.
I thanked him for his help but he didn't stop there. He wanted to show me how to do it properly. I began thinking about another guy from my dojo who joined the same gym. No one ever bothers him, he says. Why do all the trainers bother me all the time? Why did all the crazy people always want to talk to me on the bus when I lived in Pittsburgh? I'm guessing the answer is one and the same.
Then I was distracted from these thoughts as we got into the conversation that every martial artist dreads, the one I've been warned about, similar to when you say you're an English teacher and people ramble off some Shakespearean quote and ask you to name the exact play, Act, line and character. . .
"I haven't really seen you here before" he said. (My God, I'm thinking, I finally know what super power I would choose if I could have one. I'd be invisible!)
"Yeah, well, I've been on a two week break from the gym and you look brand new. That's probably why. I've been coming since October."
"Oh, well what do you normally do for your fitness routine?"
Here we go, the hard sell for a training contract. Been there-done that.
"Well, I go to karate a couple times a week, and come to the gym mainly to rehab my knee."
"No way, you do karate!" he says excitedly.
"Yeah," I say looking at my watch.
"How long have you been doing karate?"
"About five years now," I said. (I should have said, "I started yesterday.")
"I LOVE the martial arts," he said. "I'm like an 8th degree black belt in wrestling" (I'm assuming there is added emphasis on the "like").
"Really? I didn't know they had black belts in wrestling" I say.
"Wow, that's so cool that you're a girl and you do martial arts," he chatters on.
"Uh-huh."
"So what would you do if I threw a punch at you like this?"
He throws a slow punch that stops about 12 inches from my face.
"Nothing," I said, "that punch is of no threat to me."
"Well what if I would do this," he says, throwing two punches that both land about 12 inches from my face.
"Nothing," I said, "your punch is still like a foot away from me."
I check my watch and tell him how I'm trying to squeeze in a quick workout, but he doesn't get the hint. He walks behind me and grabs me in the middle of the gym in a bear hug from behind. I'm sort of shocked that he would just wrap his arms around some girl he doesn't know, but I just stand there knowing what's coming next.
"What would you do if I did this?"
"Well, you are doing that, so if I thought you were going to hurt me and you weren't just screwing around, I would drop into a solid stance and first distract you by stomping hard on your foot. I'd probably start trying to loosen up your grip by getting my elbows moving. Then, I'd probably use a heel-butt kick to your groin. I'm guessing by then you would probably let go. You're shorter than I am and I have long legs so it would probably work. Then, as you're doubling over in pain, I'd elbow you in the face as hard as I could trying to hit you in the eye, nose, or chin. Or, depending on how you're gripping me, I might just drop down and elbow you in the groin on the way down."
"Well, I'd try to take you down" he said, "before you could do that."
He was inches shorter than I was and he wiggled around a bit, apparently trying to take me down, but I continued to just stand there. He finally let go. I was mentally heel-butt kicking myself for even mentioning karate.
"So you said you were rehabbing your knee. What's wrong with it?"
"I had ACL reconstruction" I said.
"Want to come in on Thursday and I'll show you some good exercises for it?" he asked me.
"As long as you promise you're not going to try to sign me up on a training contract and you're planning on showing me something I don't already know."
"Nah, I won't do that (he is so lying), but hey, can you teach me some karate stuff some time?"
Why an "8th degree black belt in wrestling" would want me to teach him some karate is beyond me.
What I should have said? "Sure, but that will require a $149 enrollment fee, plus $40 per 20-30 minute session. Can I sign you up now? Let's sit down and talk about it. It will change your life, the way you workout. It will change your body."
Instead, I told him I had to get back to my workout.
Invisible spray-someone invent it and send me some pronto.
8th degree black belt in wrestling? Classic!
I haven’t had this conversation with a stranger (yet) but I have it with my teenage boys frequently. (Trust me, guys, Mom can hurt you so don’t ask for it by sneaking up on me.) Frankly, I think you handled yourself very well. Loved the detailed, blow by blow! I might have hauled off and elbowed him hard right away.
Seems like a nice enough guy, if a bit socially inept. I know this because he only pretended to punch you in the face. 🙂
Yeah, harmless enough. Had he actually made contact with my face, my reaction might have been a bit different.
BBM
Yeah but he did grab you. I might complain to the management about that.
More likely I would have rolled my head forward and then back into his nose.
😉
Yeah, you know, I thought about that one after the fact. I thought he was a little too forward, but in one of those annoying little kid kind of ways. I think he’s fairly harmless.
BBM
On the rare occasion when someone exhibits an annoyingly superficial interest in the martial arts around me, I generally just tell them that I do “old man’s karate” and that they wouldn’t find it interesting.
And you know, for some reason, at 46 years of age, I find that they usually buy it…
A) you should have just slugged the kid in the gym.
2) We should all be tankful that all this stuff happens to YOU, otherwise it might be happening to US.
I read something just last week about cloaks (or something) of invisibility — they’re working on them. (I don’t remember who “they” are … but the military is interested.)
I would totally wear a cloak to the gym if it made me invisible.
BBM
He grabbed you from behind? That right there is absofuckinglutely obnoxious and inappropriate!
Yeah, the more I think about it the more annoyed I get. I’m annoyed that I can’t go to the gym and not be bothered unless my main trainer guy is there. I think I might say something to the guy I work out with. He’s his boss.
BBM
You should. It really is unprofessional and borders on sexual harassment.
I think we all know guys like this…the proverbial itch you can’t scratch. You have to learn this trick; when someone annoying like this is bothering you, start speaking in nonsensical spanish gibberish. If that doesn’t work tell him you’re a lesbian and if all else fails tell him your lacking dip form is a result of a scorching case of herpes. He will most likely not bother you again.
Can you complain to the gym that he inappropriately grabbed you and prevented you from using the facilities because he was so sleazy and obnoxious??? I think he should be fired because he should NEVER be showing off how “good” he is with his “8th degree wrestling black belt”. I’m not sorry I think he deserves something like a little firing for being such a boob.
Great ideas! LOL.
BBM
Yeah, the problem is that if I complain about him and he doesn’t get fired, then I’m stuck seeing him. If I complain about him and he does get fired, then I’m making myself the target of potentially unpleasant things from a pissed off trainer who just lost his job. I need to handle it delicately. If my trainer hears about this, I think he’ll get told about it and he’ll stop following me around the gym.
I’d also love to find a friend to work out with on a regular basis, preferably a guy. Trainers don’t approach the guys-not ever. Maybe I’ll ask one of the big nice guys at the gym to let me shadow them when I’m there. Or, I’ll ask my dad to join my gym and work out with me. My dad would have dropped the kid.
BBM
Yeah, that’s what happens when I imagine the Seinfeld version of my life. In my dreams. . .
I’ve heard many martial artists tell me stories like this. I am beginning to fully understand why very high ranking martial artists keep it a secret.
BBM
You’re kidding, right? Ok, new rule: strangers from your gym don’t get to bear-hug you anymore. Next time (hopefully there won’t be one) stomp on the hugger’s foot – hard. I think that’s fairly civil compared to what you could do.
You really should complain about this jerk, if for no other reason he’ll just do it to someone else.
It just goes to show you, as Hank Hill would say, “Some people in this world just ain’t right…”
I’ve had this conversation many times. Some of them I just answered like you, that this punch they were thowing at me was harmless because stopping too far away from me. This can led to a nervous laugh or to a real punch.
I wonder why, when you say that you train karate, everybody begins saying thinks like “I’d better stay away from you” with a big paternalistic smile. I hate it. But I won’t show what I really can do just because they annoy me.
Now, I just tell it when they ask me about the hematomas in arms and legs and they suspect my boyfriend kicks me (as a matter of fact, he does, he’s a 6th dan and we train together)
Thanks for your blog, it’s realistic, funny, and I have become a regular reader (I’m from Madrid, Spain, 1st dan, and a girl, I quite understand your views)
Thanks for your comment Angelica! It must be really cool to train with your boyfriend! I’m happy to know I have another girl karate-ka out there!
BBM
You’re so right.
BBM
I think you should come and be my gym buddy. 😉
BBM
As a personal trainer, a martial artist, and a self defense teacher, I would call this trainer’s behavior sexual harassment and report it ASAP. Completely unacceptable. He should be expending energy and emotion over this, not you. He’s the one with a problem.
I talked to his boss, my trainer, tonight. It’s being “taken care of.” My trainer was more outraged than anyone about it. Apparently, this is not the first time “a female has complained about him.”
BBM
Unfortunately, too many guys like that seem to be out there. One of the reasons I avoid mentioning I do karate At All. I think (?) there is a whole class of guys who find female martial artists (a) hot (b) interesting or (c) funny because there are too many guys like that around – and they always piss me off.
There’s one guy who comes to our classes once in a blue moon (I swear, whenever he sees I’m there) and always follows me like a puppy and creeps the SHIT out of me. Always wants to ‘spar’ with me – “we should stay after class and, like, wrestle” – and whats more he always manages to be my partner in exercises!
I’ve met more than a few guys like that, but this guy is the most annoying.
Gah! I once heard him say – oh, I prefer to work with women. (and I’m the only woman – what does THAT mean, huh?) Really??!! Why?? What difference does it make if you’re not trying to creepily-scarily hit on me all class?
Which, you know, wouldn’t be so bad if I could Concentrate on class and he wouldn’t talk while the Sensei is or dance around rather than do the drills proper…
Every time he comes I’m tempted to drop him on his ass. There are few people I’ve hated more, and this guy is like a stick in my side. He does as this guy does and tries to ‘test’ me and goes super slow as if he doesn’t think I know what I’m doing and Totally sexually harasses all class and I HATE when he’s there.
After the last time he came I let the guys in the dojo know what a creep he was and how much I wanted to beat the shit out of him if he commented One More Time on how ‘flexible’ I am or how ‘you could probably take me, huh?’ He hasn’t come recently, but that doesn’t mean he won’t.
What do YOU think I should do? How would you handle it?
You seem to be the model of speaking up for yourself.
Sarah, he sounds like a total creep! I would talk to your sensei and tell him how uncomfortable you are. I’d also make it clear that you are not comfortable working with him and that you flat out won’t! If he wants to partner up with you, tell him “no thank you.” And I wouldn’t give him even a glance. I’d act like he doesn’t even exist-ignore him and his comments. If the other guys know how much he creeps you out, I’d ask for their help in partnering up with you so you don’t have to with him.
Also, regarding his flexibility comments that are obviously obnoxious, I’d tell him as firmly as I could that his comments are inappropriate and he should keep his thoughts to himself.
It’s possible he’s just interested in you and doesn’t realize he’s being a total stalker, but if you feel like he’s creepy, he probably is and I would take precautions to avoid him at all costs. Your teachers definitely need to know. I’d make them aware immediately. I know that my teachers wouldn’t allow someone to talk when they were talking or dance around acting stupid. They would call him out.
BBM
Yeah – I’m sure he likes me, and MAYBE he just doesn’t know how to approach girls, but I do know one thing – that is Not the way you get me to like you back. I take karate seriously and people messing around = not my idea of cool. His brand of flirting is creepy and uncomfortable and REALLY annoying. He kind of reminds me of those guys that fall obsessively in love with you and don’t take hints and you worry about one day following you back to your house and lying in wait? Well, I don’t know if you’ve ever had those kind of guys into you, but I definitely have. There’s one guy I’m Still afraid will one day find me… I kind of just dropped off the radar because he wouldn’t take the hint. Really scary guy.
If he comes in again, I’ll take my Sensei aside and talk to him about it. I definitely Don’t want to train with him. I’ve told them about it before, but never when the guy was actually there.
Thanks, BBM!
I really can’t believe some of these comments. That guy shouldn’t have been such a pest. But it doesn’t justify stomping him, punching him in the face, or reporting “harassment of a sexual nature”.
Someone has to act like a grown-up in these situations. Like Tina Turner said, we don’t need another dojo hero.
He was definitely a pesty pain in the butt. I would never punch him though for what he did. Of course, move that same scenario out in the parking lot, with no one around, and my reaction may have been justifiably different. I did talk to my trainer about him though, and I’m glad I did. He’s apparently been inappropriate with other women at the gym as well. They’ve received several complaints about him. Plus, he was breaking the rules by saying he had an appointment with me that I never scheduled in order for him to meet his quota.
No matter how you slice it though, him grabbing me from behind with his arms across my chest was definitely inappropriate. I’m not making a big deal out of it though, other than to ask him to back off. I think that’s a fair reaction all things considered.
Regarding the comments, I think I have a lot of pseudo big brothers and big sisters out there. 😉
BBM