Mondays are finally turning into wednesdays...I think.

[ianuk]

The last 2 days have been mondays at work and so many things are going wrong that I really want to throw up my hands and scream "MULLIGAN" at the top of my lungs but I know it won't help. I'm just going to nod and accept the fact that things are odd right now and I need to take it in stride and just work hard and not stress about it.

Got home yesterday after 11 hours. I ate dinner and relaxed in front of the telly watching Warehouse 13 quite pleasant that one...neato stuff. Then it was time to get dressed for fighting and I managed in not to long of time. Got to the park and started getting into gear. I was slow at that but got help from Ruteger on punching more holes in my straps so the body harness fit much better...but I have no more room for taking it in without moving the straps. Sighs...loosing size is nice but maintaining armor and SCA clothes is getting to be a hassle. Its almost to the point where I need to make all new stuff for this current size and take it in from there. Sighs. I know I'm complaining but man, its annoying.

I fought Ruteger, Justin and Baron Sir Morgan. Ruteger and I tangled pretty well, I killed him from his knees pretty easily. I was happy about that. Had some stoopid moments with Justin..I'm still not happy in my own skin so I'm stiff...course that could be more of not picking up a stick in the last month. Sighs again. Fought morgan and was getting frustrated about my inability to get into my A and B range with him...he's wiley and my timing was way off. Things to work on. course, everyone always tells me I'm thinking too much, how the heck do you stop that? I still haven't figured that out. The only thing right now I can turn my brain off for is crochet or painting or calligraphy...fighting just isn't there yet. I guess more practice will make things fluid as anything else. I gassed out and was dizzy by the time I was done with morgan. My nasal passages have been irritated and my lungs weren't happy either (lack of exercise is making the asthma come back). So, I got out of armor and talked with a few people. Met up with Argyle to get potter transferred from his house to our car. April has a faboo workshop. I've got to take pictures for her on the pieces and get them delivered to Mons on Saturday. I also need to put gloves in my gauntlets so I can fight at the tourney. I'm actually kinda excited since I've never fought in this one due lack of gauntlets.

We got home latish and I was sore and tired. Got a shower and I read for a while. I thought I was going to have trouble sleeping but I didn't. So, I'm hoping today is not so long and I get to head to knit night and then to kung fu. I think I'll grab my knitting needles, my book and a ball of yarn and have a good time...if I make it.

Comments

[weavedancer.livejournal.com]

"everyone always tells me I'm thinking too much, how the heck do you stop that? I still haven't figured that out."

First, I want to point out how funny it is that you are trying to figure out why you think to much.

Second, I have been hearing this from multiple sources regarding my own fighting for some time now. Some suggestions I've gotten:

"Fight drunk" Roland
"You know, just don't think so much" some douchebag
Focus more on the win/create a mental dominance of the field/let your body think it is real--paraphrasing Wyllym
File it away and spend some time breaking it down later; better if you do it with the person you were fighting

What sort of focus exercises have you learned while taking marshal arts? Would any of those help?

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[public-shaylan.livejournal.com]

Mulligan!!