'My Corduroyed Life' - Mark A's Journal

5th August, 2003. 9:38 pm. Shinais hurt. Lots. Particularly on the hands.

Have just got back from my Ninja class in which we were using Shinais. A Shinai is a bamboo sword that you can twat each other with (if you watch the wrestling, they're called kendo sticks or Singapore Kanes).

The thing about shinais is: they hurt. Lots. Particularly on the hands.
They won't concuss you or break bones. But they hurt. Lots. Particularly on the hands.

After a silly amount of fitness work (which I always ambivolently and paradoxically love and loathe), the majority of the lesson was spent sparring with Shinai. I got twatted. Lots. Particularly on the hands.

Now you'd think I'd be upset, but I'm not. There are two reasons for this:

1) I no longer scream like a girl when hit even when it's a shinai that hurts. Lots. Particularly on the hands. I've developed a more manly exhale that sounds like a cross between a kiyai (a vocalisation that ninjas do to scare opponents), Cactus Jack's expression of pain from his WCW days, and a howl.

2) I have cool cuts and bruises that I can freak out/ impress people with. Lots. Particularly on the hands.

Fucking hell, I love Ninjutsu!

Have fun,

M

Current mood: Pain. Lots. Particularly on....
Current music: 12 Reasons Why by My Life Story.

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