I remember one of my first aikido lessons. I had no idea what to expect. The last martial art I attempted was when I was nine. I took two trial lessons of tae kwon do and bailed. My cousin was doing it, it’s his thing, I won’t get in the way. In reality, I was intimidated. I wasn’t strong or tough. This wasn’t for me.
Now in my adulthood, I felt drawn to aikido. So I went to a few lessons to try it out. I forced myself not to give up, as I normally would. Those first few lessons was an onslaught of information. I had no idea how I was meant to remember every little thing while performing a simple technique.
“Don’t worry if you don’t remember everything. You’re more likely to go to bed tonight and wake up in the morning only remembering one thing,” Sensei told me.
I’m glad he did, otherwise I would’ve assumed I was a hopeless case the next morning, when all I truly remembered was how to stand.
This blog is more for me than it is for you. It’s to help me remember. On a good day, I’ll write in here the moment after a lesson. On a bad day, it’ll be a recap far too late. But it will be something. If I write something down, I’m more likely to remember. If I practise frequently, I’m more likely to remember. So what happens when I both write it down and practise? Hopefully I’ll remember something!