My friend, Crystal takes Ju Jutsu
and she said that her instructor, Warren, lets people come out for a free class
before deciding if they want to take lessons. She asked me if I want to try a
free class. I had been thinking of learning some sort of self-defense so I
accepted her invitation.
On the Monday evening I wore leggings and a t-shirt fully expecting to
watch from the sidelines and maybe try a couple of moves. Crystal told me to
remove my shoes before walking on the mats and then took me to a room when she
found a white canvas gi jacket that
fit. I donned it over my t-shirt and wrapped the left side over the right.
Crystal showed me the proper way to tie the obi
or belt.
Everyone in the class did their own
stretching and then Warren had us run around the room, first forward, then
backwards, then sideways. Once that was done he said. "Line up senior to
junior." I knew I was the oldest one there so I headed to the beginning of
the line. Everyone looked askance at me and grinned.
"I'm the most senior person
here," I said. But, apparently, the line up isn't by age. I headed to the
last of the line. The person at the end gave me a warm welcome.
"At least now I'm not the newest
member," he said.
The instructor then told us to do forward
rolls. The others immediately took turns rolling their way across the room.
Warren stood beside me and showed me how to put the back on my left hand on the
mat, tuck my head and shoulder down, and push off with my back leg. Talk about
being disoriented and dizzy when I sat up. Definitely not like the summersaults
I used to do as a child.
"Do it again," he encouraged.
I knelt, put the back of my hand down,
tucked and, after a deep breath, pushed off. Same result only this time I also
felt a bit queasy. I guess I shouldn't have eaten before coming. After the
third time I quit and watched the others. Warren called out for backward rolls.
He looked at me with his eyebrow raised. I shook my head.
When everyone had practiced their rolls,
Warren ran through a demonstration on how to get out from under an attacker
when he has you pinned on the ground and is sitting on top of you. I watched
others do it then tried it myself. So long as my attacker gives me lots of time
and offers me a few helpful hints, I will be able to break his hold.
Warren did tell me that I should not waste
my energy struggling against an attacker. It will just weaken me, he said. He
showed me a choke hold to use that is easy and effective.
Ju means gentle, pliable or yielding
and jutsu means technique and is the
manipulating of your opponent's force against himself. It was developed to
fight the armed samurai of feudal Japan in close combat by using throws, pins,
or joint locks. Over the centuries ju jutsu evolved into different types of
martial arts around the world, some of students practicing potentially fatal
moves and also learning break falling skills so they can practice dangerous
throws.
Since the beginning, students of ju jutsu
trained in formal kimonos. In 1907, the founder of Judo introduced a uniform
called the judogi. The gi consists of three parts: a heavy jacket called a uwagi, light canvas pants, shitabaki, and the cotton belt, obi.
At the end of the class Warren said I
could come back for two more free lessons. I must have really impressed him. However,
while I was glad to have had the opportunity to try a ju jutsu class I didn't
return for my other two free lessons. I decided I didn't like throwing myself
or other people around on a mat.
Since I was a teenager, I have practiced
my own techniques to prevent being attacked that have served me well. I try not
to be on the streets after dark but if I am walking at night I stride
confidently with my head up and shoulders back. Attackers are cowards and they
look for someone weak whom they can overpower. I carry my car keys spaced
between my fingers to use for stabbing or slashing. I wear pants which are
harder for an attacker to get into and low shoes or running shoes so I can get
away easier. New technology has given us panic buttons on our key fobs which
can be pressed to start our vehicle's horn blaring. I keep mine handy.
And I've noticed in books and on
television shows that the women who are attacked and even killed are always
wearing matching panties and bra. Just to be on the safe side, I never do.
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