Why I Practice Martial Arts

My tai chi teacher asked me recently why I continue to train in martial arts, and what I want to get out of my training.

I told her, “I just want to keep training.”

There are endless mysteries to uncover within tai chi training. Uncovering mysteries and feeling a deeper sense of connection with the world are why I train.

She said, “Well that’s good. You’re not saying that you want to have ‘power over’ something, which is why a lot of people train.”

I felt in that moment like I’d passed a little test. Like I’d said the ego-free thing to say, and that it had come from a true place. I felt a buzz of contentment.

Partly, though, my answer came from a place of injury. I had to stop training in my last art because I kept getting physically hurt. Plainly put, my partners and I were hitting each other too hard in the name of toughness. I saw how our training was beginning to break our bodies. How some of my former teachers had had major injuries and were needing joint surgeries. I suspected some of these surgeries were necessary due to years of grinding bones in unhealthy ways.

In my new art, I have found a practice that offers more healing than harm. So when I said to my teacher that I just want to keep training, I was also speaking to longevity in the martial arts. If our art breaks us, we will need to stop our art. If our art heals us, we are allowed to continue practicing.

I don’t want to be broken. I want to keep going.

Hothead

After I went off on a rant about something or other one evening, I told the martial arts training partner I was with that I was sorry if I went off for too long. I’m just a real hothead sometimes, I told them.

“But you’re trying not to be,” this training partner said back. It was generous of them.

“Uhh, yeah…” I nodded, but also I thought … “… that’s not really true….”

I AM a hot head. I get angry. I see this as a strength and a weakness.

I feel like I can’t HELP in some ways that I am a hothead, but also, it’s because I grew up in a house with a really angry father, so anger was currency. If I can get the angriest and the loudest, I can win.

ANYWAY, when I was done training that night and back home, maybe it was even days later I thought to myself about the situation and arrived at my own resolution:

I’m not trying ‘not to be’ a hothead.

I’m allowing myself to be a hothead.

And I am enjoying it.

Meanwhile, I am listening carefully

for how to best

and most peacefully

channel that energy

into my art.

My Daughter Rides a Bike Now

Tonight we went to the blacktop at the elementary school so my 6-year-old daughter could practice riding her new bike. I hadn’t seen her ride a bike yet– she learned how to at bike camp a few weeks ago, but we hadn’t gotten a bike to fit her frame.

She zoomed steadily on her new pinkish purple strider. Pedal pedal pedaled with confidence. I had brought my speaker, so I asked if she wanted to jam to one of her tunes. “Are there any songs about bikes?” she asked.

“Yeah, there’s this one by Queen,” I said, as I pulled up the song “Bicycle Race.”

I put the song on and we pedaled around the blacktop together, her on her bike, me on mine. Freddie Mercury sang for us and I watched my girl feel the sense of freedom and joy offered by bike riding. I felt proud that she had picked it up quickly, but more than that, I felt happy that she could now feel the power she could generate on her own. The power to move herself through the world with deftness, and now, a little more speed.