10/09/2020
For those that don't know, I have a black belt in two completely different martial arts. Nothing - and I mean nothing - about them is similar. One is based almost entirely on grappling, one is entirely striking. You'll need that information to properly understand the rest of this post.
The first black belt I received was in Judo. There was no 'kids' black belt program - you waited until you were 18, or you didn't get one. That's just the way it was.
I started training when I was five.
I worked hard.
Really, really, really hard.
As a teenager, I trained for hours each day. I sweat through my tee shirts often and badly enough that I have permanent stains on the inside of my uniform.
There are literally holes in some areas of my double-weave gi. Judoka will know what that takes; for those that don't, imagine how much wear is required to put a hole in your jeans. Now imagine that your jeans are a quarter of an inch thick.
I was a competitor, until I injured myself badly enough to end my career.
I coached.
I coached every day from the time I was 13 until I went off to college, and then I took the train back, an hour and a half, three times each week so that I could continue to train and coach. I often slept at my parents' house on the weekends so that I could do so. What does that take, for a college student to spent the weekends at their parents' house?
My senior year, I moved back so that I could be closer to the dojo.
Every day I am reminded that I am still a judoka first, and everything else second.
I am reminded when I wake up the morning and a hundred thousand breakfalls worth of mileage is still in my joints. (That is a very conservative estimate - it's probably a little over double that.)
I am reminded when the weather changes and it doesn't matter how much ibuprofen I take, my shoulder is worthless.
I am reminded when too much time at the computer leaves my hands aching, and I have to take a break.
That is the sport of Judo. It is hard on your body, and if you were a serious competitor - you will always remember that.
I am also reminded, though, when one of my students is having a difficult time with a concept and rather than get frustrated, it comes as second nature to find a new way to teach it.
I am reminded when I see people yelling at each other over something rather than peacefully working it out, and my first thought is, 'It doesn't need to be done that way.'
I am reminded when I get to the dojo before anyone else, while all is still quiet. I sit on the mat, and the tatami under me feels like home.
When I got my black belt in Judo, I knew that I had earned it.
I knew in my bones, down to the absolute core of my being, that there was something in that belt that could never be taken away. It was so deeply a part of me that I couldn't tell you where it stopped and anything else began; it didn't, it was interwoven into the fabric of who I am as a human.
When I got my black belt in karate, the experience... It was nothing like that.
I tested regularly. I checked all the boxes. I met the physical skills, I knew the movements, I could hit every mark. I was stronger in some areas and weaker in others, but I was still 110% of what was required. I obtained it in record time for the dojo.
Despite the knowledge of learning a new art and being in the best shape of my adult life, it was completely unsatisfying.
I had learned new skills, but how had I grown as a person?
What had I done, really, that was more than I knew myself to be?
I already knew that I could push myself beyond my what I thought my limits were. I already knew that I could hit deadlines, that I could coach, that I could memorize moves I disliked, that I could power through even when I wanted to stop.
I knew because it had already been asked of me, long before, when I got my first black belt.
It's why I run my dojo differently.
It's why I don't test on a schedule.
When a student is ready, they're ready; when they aren't, they aren't.
It's why I don't care how hard you can hit, or how on-point your kicks are; if you don't have impulse control, you're not there.
It's why I don't care if you're sixteen or sixty, if you're a jerk, you're not there.
It's why your compassion is just as important as your kata, your integrity as important as your form.
The art I instruct is karate, but it's based on the things I learned in Judo. Jigoro Kano was very clear; we practice our physical skills to strengthen ourselves in attack and defense, we complete our personality by training our mind, and we devote ourselves to society.
It's why I make it so damn hard to get a black belt.