tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621711666802888401.post6272691573777413381..comments2024-03-20T22:24:08.797-07:00Comments on The Mental Dojo: Being ThankfulAngelo Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00587868950843127858noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621711666802888401.post-49834127874086158762017-03-09T21:59:32.278-08:002017-03-09T21:59:32.278-08:00very informative article.And very well explained a...very informative article.And very well explained about different protocols.keep posting like good content posts.For more details please visit our website.<br /><a href="http://erptree.com/" rel="nofollow"> Oracle Fusion Cloud HCM Online Training</a><br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17189735647109484266noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621711666802888401.post-26764500935116787582010-11-29T06:17:14.912-08:002010-11-29T06:17:14.912-08:00Thanks for the post/comment Dave! You are one of ...Thanks for the post/comment Dave! You are one of the rare few that have come from a high level in another form of Martial Arts and have allowed themselves to start back over again as a white belt and stuck it out. I can not tell you how many people I've seen throughout the years that have not been able to do the same. It's as if they realized they've been lied to all these years and they can not face the reality of the situation, so they prefer to live in their own reality. You have my utmost respect for pursuing knowledge in BJJ to add to what you already know... that's what being a martial artist is.<br /><br />I've heard someone say that "Life is what happens in between all your plans." and we've had people come and go from the gym all the time. When they return and start training again, it's as if they've never left. That's the great thing about our gym, everyone is like a family and there's always room for everyone on the mats.Angelo Phttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00587868950843127858noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621711666802888401.post-6246328437998110262010-11-28T08:06:20.885-08:002010-11-28T08:06:20.885-08:00re: What BJJ means to you--
I walked in to Warrior...re: What BJJ means to you--<br />I walked in to Warrior Way about eight years ago, fresh off about four years training in Kenpo, a traditional form of stand-up martial arts. I was about 80% the way to black belt, and had the trophies to prove it. <br /> WW was one of several schools I visited while shopping for a place to train. I'd visited a few "McDojo's", where I'd been shown contracts within the first five minutes, and been advised on how the chief instructor (Usually "Master" so-and-so) held himself in such lofty status that I would not be allowed to ask questions of him, only of the highest ranking student. <br /> Then at WW I was welcomed by instructors who came off the mat to greet people by first name. I showed up for my free intro lesson, which was a true lesson in humility. The Master mentality was gone, but so was so my high rank. I had sparred with black belts before, and with some quick hands had gotten past some robust guards and caused my own share of things like bloody lips and those little bluebirds that circle your head in the cuckoo-clock sound before you go down for the count. <br /> But this was different. Now I was on the mat with a BJJ black belt. 95% of my techniques were already useless. The longs legs I'd relied on as a forcefield could no longer kick. I was given simple instructions to do what ever I wanted to do, including pulling hair, choking, punching in the face-- to beat the crap out of the instructor. He started at a terribly dis-advantageous position, so I thought it would be a breeze. I made my first move, and within seconds found myself wrapped in to a pretzel with my face stuffed in to the mat. I decided at that moment not to even ask if I could keep my rank. It was to be right back to day one; no-stripe white-belt. <br /> Within a year or so, a boxing ring would show up in the school, where I would finally work up my guts to do some sparring rounds. And again, the apparent, if illusory sense of confidence I'd won in the point-sparring world would have to be surrendered for a whole new game of mental focus. Never had two minutes seemed so intermanible, while I waited to get that one slug of gatorade between buzzers, the shortest 30 seconds of my life. <br /> Anyway, all of this dovetailed nicely in to what was becoming a theme in my life-- patience, perseverance, persistence in the face of resistance, and enough humility to be open to learning. <br /> This theme expressed itself to the ultimate in 2007, when my son arrived. Life went from a steeplechase-to-nothing to the journey of a lifetime. The type-A now had to be patient. Mr. Know-it-all now had to start learning all over again, and many of the lessons-learned in my martial arts training correlated quite nicely in to the most important job of my life. <br /> While I've hung up the gloves for now, I do look forward to the day when I bring my son to train at WW. These years and all they've entailed have helped me see that while the roads do have their share of potholes, they are still paved with gold, and any wise marital artist will take all those good lessons forward on the journey.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com