Huh. Aikido class, this week, has involved weapons – a staff on Monday, and a sword today. I wasn’t expecting that.
No, we weren’t going at each other with the staff and sword. We were using them because the move we were studying that day had a lot in common with the way you use one of these, and doing a similar move with a big wooden stick or sword in your hands kind of forces you into better form. We were just doing some work with these things, then putting them away and bringing that feeling back to trying to throw each other.
It’s been interesting learning this. I feel like I’m at the point where I’m starting to know enough that things make sense. I still have a lot to learn but I can, like, actually ask questions now and somewhat understand the answers. I don’t feel like I retain the techniques well enough to practice them by myself yet, but they’re starting to worm their way into my subconscious, because doing them in class is becoming easier.
I mean, I’d still be useless trying to really spar with someone who knows their stuff, never mind if someone came after me with a knife or something. But I can feel myself getting better.
I’m putting more points into the long-neglected physical skill trees. It feels pretty nice.