Can’t Hurt Me

 As I practice with my spear it becomes more apparent just how much room is needed for a weapon of this length. If you were to look at my ceiling in the basement you’d find a few marks from my spear. Which is why I prefer to practice in the kitchen and dinning room since I’m lucky enough to have 9ft walls there. It’s definitely been a shift since I like to use blunt weapons over weapons with defined edges and tips. And I can definitely see and feel it in my form that I still want to strike as if I have a staff in my hands sometimes. That is what makes this fun for me. I need to shift my intent from what I’m used to with my own weapons, which will make my a more dynamic martial artist. Numbers  P/U: 6842 S/U: 5906 Forms: 48/45 Sparring:  AoK: 129 Mileage: 162.24km

 I’m pretty confident I’ve gotten myself back into my regiment. Last and this week I was able to go to the gym 5-6 days a week consistently, I ate all my protein for each day and got to sleep on a regular basis and was able to practice my kung fu outside of class everyday. Just got to stay consistent for as long as possible now until something comes along that I need to overcome.  Numbers  P/U: 5673 S/U: 4684 Forms: 39/36 Sparring:  AoK: 108 Mileage: 147.38km

This week has been about implementing my regimen back into my schedule when it comes to everything. My diet, gym routine, work schedule, and social life. I felt really disconnected from my surroundings this week but I’d say it was for the better because of what I was working on last week with bringing myself back around. I’m definitely on an upward trajectory. Now I just need to get back into my habits without any distractions steering me away. Numbers P/U: 4467 S/U: 3379 Forms: 29/25 Sparring:  AoK: 76 Mileage: 113.68km

Ever since I got back from Mexico I have been living my life in a daze. Everything was so colorful, beautiful, and relaxing. That to come back home where everything is white, the people at work are low self esteem, and the day to day interactions outside of kung fu, just felt dead. Not interesting, detailed or anything really. Coming back home was…depressing. And I know the world is not sunshine and rainbows in Mexico, but for me to be somewhere completely different and with my family. It truly felt what life should be like. No rude clients, no upset vendors and no drama. It feels like I am describing a utopias. But I am not. That is what life is like when you cut out the distractions. Calm. But than where is the motivation? Who other than yourself do you have to prove yourself to? Your wife, children, friends, and family? Maybe, if you need to because they cheer you on and don’t talk down on you about your goals. Anyone else can be removed, I’ve removed my goals from certain people in...