karate body

*“Do you know karate? ‘Cause your body is really kickin’.” (not literal)

Prepare for a SHITLOAD of stuff like this. Even though I’m THIS close to switching to Shance simply because I hate drawing Keith’ hair

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And, yeah, I’m still struggling with this whole digital media but I’m slooowly getting there.

Please bear with me a little longer

James T. Kirk’s Full Body Karate! For all your alien life form fighting needs!

For just a few low payments of insulting this walking nutbag and/or his crew, you’ll receive lessons on…

And don’t forget such classics as…

(always distract your foes before launching yourself bodily at them)

And if none of these work, you can always cling to a wall like a monkey!

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Muay Thai and Freestyle Kickboxing Combinations

Fake lifting the knee to setup combinations, lift it slightly higher than normal so it catches their peripheral vision and you get a reaction. Then when you knee for real, bring it under their vision, directly to the gut.

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I am a karateka, and karate is my ikigai.

               There have been many times in my life when I’ve felt lost. That feeling is haunting, and for years I doubted myself and my decisions. The only times I’ve ever felt sure of myself, however, are when I am practicing karate. I know myself through karate.

               My body bears the influence of this art, this dojo, and the senseis of it. My feet are cracked and calloused from long days on the mats. My legs are stiff and sore from refining a kata until it feels natural. My core is… well, my core still needs work. But my arms, my hands, my bones are shaped by the philosophy of Wado Ryu. And my mind…Karate defines my spirit.

               Before karate I found it easy to give up on things before being challenged - - or before there was a chance that I would fail. I have a terrible record of resignation: soccer, piano, softball…and almost karate. One can avoid failure by never putting oneself in the position to fail. But that is playing it safe. Life becomes stagnant.  I have been in Sensei’s office at least two times, maybe more, wanting to quit because I was afraid of failure. There were times that my body could not handle the demands of this sport and I convinced myself I had reached my peak. That was it, this rank was the best I was going to get. Excuses are especially easy to find when you’re looking for them. Yet, on those occasions in Sensei’s office he reminded me that people often end up regretting a lot of things in life, and I didn’t want to let quitting karate become one of them. Rather than quit, I embraced the physical and mental challenges of karate and took to heart the chance of failure - - because the reward outweighed the risk.

               Now, karate is my ikigai. In Japanese, ikigai means “a reason for being”. It is “a reason to get up in the morning, to enjoy the meaning of life – passion, purpose, something one lives for”. I wake up every day, excited to share in the wisdom of my art and the demands of my sport. This year has been a test to challenge myself beyond anything I thought I was capable of. Through karate, I am stronger, I am more determined, I am more patient.

               Wado Ryu is unlike any other sport. It is a philosophy, as “Do” literally translates to mean “the way”. The path from white belt to black belt is a journey of self-discovery. I used to be afraid of failure, but now I know I learn more from my failures than my successes. As Confucius said, “Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall”. I have fallen, and I will continue to fall, but karate has taught me to get right back up. This is the meaning of ikigai. This is the meaning of “die going forward”, the meaning of “kick, punch, sweat”. This is what my black belt means to me.

               As it’s been mentioned time and time again, the belt itself means nothing. During a series of failed practices, I think Sensei Ian reached his limit with our excuses. Exhausted, he took off his belt and tossed it on the floor in front of us. Paraphrasing, he said “There, it’s just a belt. It means nothing. Do you want it? Do you really? Prove it.” It’s all about the effort you put in. So, the material means nothing. It’s a symbol. What makes me a blackbelt now is how I carry myself, how I listen to others, how I teach, and how I learn. There are quite a few people who see a blackbelt as the endgame. However, I know I’m just learning how to pieces move. No matter what degree I earn, no matter how many classes I may teach, I will always be a student. As a blackbelt, my responsibility to the dojo also changes. As the dojo has challenged me, I must now give back and challenge those who follow me. As part of the cycle, I must add my spirit to the dojo and cultivate the spirit of others. Without spirit, what remains? Katas are just steps, kihons are just motions, and a black belt is just a strip of cloth.