This year I intend to go to the international aikido seminar in Hobart in October. From my understanding, this consists of three days of aikido-filled torture.* Because of this, I’ve started to go into my normal aikido classes with the mindset of “never stop unless you’re told to stop (or you feel like you’re about to die.”
Saturday was my first true attempt at this. It was as if sensei read my mind. He introduced the class with two rules to follow: no redo’s (don’t start over when you’re halfway through a technique) and no talking. This meant even more non-stop exercise.**
It was interesting never stopping. When we practise our rolling (I swear I’m the slowest one in the class for this) I would turn back the other direction almost instantly. Don’t talk, he said. So I won’t stop. No point in stopping if I can’t talk, right?
Man, it gets exhausting. But it’s definitely good practise if I want to prepare for four hour days (which doesn’t sound like much when I’m reading Angry White Pajamas, but as Twigger said – pain (and I want to add in here exhaustion) is subjective.