So my first class with my escrima sticks has come and
gone. I have not yet found the secret to
loving these things. I have hit myself
in the forehead a couple of times, the elbows more than once and have been
building the bone density in my shins on a regular basis. These babies are proving to be a little
unlovable at the moment. As I mutter
under my breath and rub my injured body parts, I am constantly reminding myself
that 4 years ago I found myself in this same position. My weapon of choice that year was the nun
chucks. That first class was not
pretty. I was hitting myself repeatedly
and was out of control (thank goodness for foam chucks and hockey helmets) .I
found myself almost immediately thinking I can’t do this, these things hate me,
I need to change this up. Probably more
out of stubbornness than anything, I stuck with them. After practice, practice and more practice I
started to see progress and growth and with that a change in my attitude. Now I really enjoy them.
Unlike 4 years ago, I feel a kind of discouragement and
frustration to a certain point, but have no thought of this as impossible or
too hard. I have experienced that just
because something is difficult does not make it impossible or not worthy. Don’t we tend to appreciate and respect things
we have had to work the hardest for? Don’t
we feel just a little more elated when we accomplish something that challenges
us rather than those things that come easy?
I am learning that if I want to change the outcome, I need to change the
investment. I need to have patience with myself and continue to work past the
stumbling blocks and continue in a forward motion. Practice, practice, practice! I’ m going to
love these sticks yet!
Alana Regier
http://alanaregier.blogspot.ca