A Family Journey
My mom was the one who first got me into karate. She started doing karate about two weeks before my birthday, which is in August, in 2014. After my birthday, my mom finally persuaded me to start karate. Sometimes karate was really hard and I completely wanted to quit, but my mom always persuaded me to keep doing karate. Now, I’m so glad my mom persuaded me to keep doing karate. Meanwhile, my mom and I were also trying to persuade my brother to take karate. He kept making up excuses like, “I’ll do it when track season ends.†Then, when track season ended, he’d say, “I’ll do it in the summer when school is out.†He always made up excuses to not do karate. Finally, in September 2015, my mom and I finally persuaded my bother to join karate class then and there. Once he started, he felt like he didn’t belong, just like my mom, I, and probably everyone else did. He tried to persuade my mom to let him quit, but my mom made him keep going. Now, he’s a brown with white stripe and my mom and I are both red over black. He regrets not joining when we did. Whenever one of us struggles with our katas, self defenses, sparring drills, and all kinds of other things, the other two help them get back on track. Ever since all of us did karate, it has been a family journey to Black Belt, and we all love it.
Lillian Woulfe — Action Karate North Wales April 23, 2017 at 11:53 am
The only way out is through
I started karate almost 3 years ago when I was looking for a way to fill some unexpected new-found time. After a few years working through some personal and professional frustrations, karate was like a gritty, sweaty fountain of youth. Turns out, the chance to throw your body around with wild abandon while someone slings positive reinforcement at you for hitting stuff hard is good for the soul. Getting hit in the (helmeted) head for the first time at the age of 49 by a bunch of teenagers was a revelation. Getting to hit them back was equally intriguing. There’s always a new kick to learn and more fear to conquer. There is so much fear. Because you can throw yourself up in the air, but you must come down, and sometimes this part does not go so well. Predictably, there have been injuries to both knees, both ankles and (remember the hitting part?) both shoulders. And every time, the fear that it will never get better. And every time, that sense of grateful wonder when you realize that yet again, it has. But the worst is the fear of embarrassment. That there you are, up in front, being scrutinized and evaluated by the people teaching you. And there are your friends, with you, supporting you, going through the scrutiny right alongside of you. And now you are blood brother/sisters of all ages, congratulating yourselves on your new belts. Congratulations to all of you on your new belts (and those to come), my friends.
Donna Woulfe — Action Karate North Wales March 26, 2017 at 7:13 pm