I begin to jog at a fair pace around the training field, Not stopping. I feel my legs loosen up, and the sun beat down on my face and back as I continue to loop around the whole course, it felt like as soon as I had finally loosened up it was time to beat on the training dummy. As I get there I recall my stance from yesterday. I enter my stance and strike out a combo of quick blows using my punches and kicks with out fail I return back to my stance. It seems like another hour goes by before I am finished with my morning warm up.
An boy was it ever a good warm up, feeling loose and limber I head over to the rocky area I was directed too. I jump up to the tallest rock before sitting crosslegged to wait for my sensei, without knowing how long he could be. As I sit there, I start to wonder what my Sensei thinks of me. Whether he regrets taking me on for training. Whether my training has been going well, or whether I won't live up to my promise of not disappointing him. I think about my training an the areas I can improve on, The stances I take, The jabs and punches I throw, the sharp kicks I deliver.
Suddenly it dawns on me, I haven't even thought about my masters final words before he poofed away. What did he mean by think of the flow of a river..What does that even mean? I toss it around in my head. Thinking about the river how it carves the earth and expands with rain. How most of the time it flows downhill. About how it is always changing, always flowing in it's own path. The obstacles it most sometimes overcome. Next comes the raging fire? What does that mean? I just think about how when fire rages it gets dangerous and can hurt everyone around it. Fire is never calm unless it is contained and treated carefully. As I think about all these things I soak in the wind around, relaxing me. Feeling it blow my hair around and easily cover my body, merging me with my soul. With all of this I am the calmest I have been in years.
An boy was it ever a good warm up, feeling loose and limber I head over to the rocky area I was directed too. I jump up to the tallest rock before sitting crosslegged to wait for my sensei, without knowing how long he could be. As I sit there, I start to wonder what my Sensei thinks of me. Whether he regrets taking me on for training. Whether my training has been going well, or whether I won't live up to my promise of not disappointing him. I think about my training an the areas I can improve on, The stances I take, The jabs and punches I throw, the sharp kicks I deliver.
Suddenly it dawns on me, I haven't even thought about my masters final words before he poofed away. What did he mean by think of the flow of a river..What does that even mean? I toss it around in my head. Thinking about the river how it carves the earth and expands with rain. How most of the time it flows downhill. About how it is always changing, always flowing in it's own path. The obstacles it most sometimes overcome. Next comes the raging fire? What does that mean? I just think about how when fire rages it gets dangerous and can hurt everyone around it. Fire is never calm unless it is contained and treated carefully. As I think about all these things I soak in the wind around, relaxing me. Feeling it blow my hair around and easily cover my body, merging me with my soul. With all of this I am the calmest I have been in years.
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