Sundays are for cyclists, and other mad fetishists.

first of all, the Sensei Alan Ruddock course was an absolutely amazing experience. i had to sacrifice a bit to be able to go and do the weekend (and i'm sorry to those people i had to say 'no' to, i'm honoured to have been invited to ALL your parties, functions and heavy metal concerts) but i felt it was something that i had to go and do. i think i am finding what tsunetomo referred to as a 'way'. My way might not  be Aikido, but its close. I'm very tired, sore, bruised, dehydrated and confused, but it was awesome. I have learned more than i can possibly put into one post but beleive me, this man has to be seen and heard to be truly appreciated. Friendly, approachable, willing to help, and so very very highly skilled.
          ""   ..."AAARGH!", this is not Aikido, if i was giving my grandma a piece of cake i wouldn't scream and throw it at her. the cake is in front of me, and I pass it forward. simple... ""
    As a vicious counterpoint to this flowing martial arts weekend extravaganza i just returned from nearly two hours of instruction in ground fighting that las left me bruised and twisted. This too in its way has been awesome, but don't think i'm too much of a wuss if i say 'oww'.  I think the last time i almost had my knee in my ear-hole  I was having altogether more fun.
 now is shower and sleep time. more to follow