I TRAINED WITH RESPECT

I would to like to thank everyone for taking time off to read my blog. You are part of the reason I still write, the other reason is so I don’t lose my sanity. Life is great if you have people who appreciate you, and with every line you read, every typo you correct, every grunt, like, comment and share, you show your believe in me. Arigato.

I was on the third set of my curling (curling the rod), when he walked in silently. The air felt frozen and he exuded respect and power. A grey patch in his dark beard and built form made me imagine him as a Shinigami (a Shinigami is a death god in the Japanese culture, reaps souls and protect the balance of life and death).

Sensei, I greeted.

He acknowledged and slowly walked towards the curling bar. My heart shuddered a bit, not only out of fear but of sheer respect. His was commanded, felt, understood not forced or pushed. He started with shoulder training, lifting the weight effortlessly. He neither grunted nor broke posture. Up and down he lifted.

 In short and long drags. I followed with my curling set, trying to match up to his capacity. No matter the height of a child, he can never see as much as the elderly and he proved this point. As I curled away, he started upside down push-ups balancing himself on the wall of the house (for anyone who doesn’t know upside down push-ups, just google it up. Check images or videos). He turned to the weights and more shoulder works.

Inspired by his energy, we went on alternative sets between shoulders and curling. I felt my energy waning, yet I kept pushing and saw my body growing. It was a moment of guts and glory.

Sensei, I would like to take my leave now.

Sure, see you around.

I felt more awesome than I had planned. Done more than my usual set alone. I understood why his students bow to him, anytime they met him. They bow not because it is demanded of them, but because he is worth it. 

He is RESPECT.

I turned on my Calvin Harris, 18 months continuous mix and continued home with a run.