I realise it’s been some time since I really posted anything of substance, so I thought I’d just write something. Of substance? No, God forbid! Just some musings and reflections.
First off, those new uniforms are great! Wore them to WMAW and they were well received and got quite a few compliments on them. Go Rach!
As for WMAW, well, that was a heady experience. I couldn’t help but feel a little overwhelmed, what with all the people I admire and respect present. I got to trade notes and chat somewhat with Sean Hayes, Greg Mele, Guy Windsor, Jörg Bellinghausen, Steve Hick, Jessica Finley, Christian Tobler, Tom Leoni, Paul Wagner, Mark Lancaster and Rob Lovett (go Commonwealth!) and so many more fine people I shouldn’t list them individually just so nobody gets left out. I was feeling small and in awe, and really didn’t come out of my shell until – well, until it was too late. Alas, such is the life of a sword groupie. I promise I’ll shake off that stupor next go-round. In all, WMAW was a heady experience, and I came away much better for it – not so much in what I learned in class, but what I learned from talking to others, from sharing pedagogical methods, and really just observing. I came away with alot of training methodologies, drills, and just plain good stuff that I will definitely incorporate into our training, and have already in fact!
Which brings me to my next point: the never-ending cycle. I make a syllabus, create or rip off drills, incorporate them into our training regimen, make a class outline and schedule, and Bam! I discover something new or shift our training paradigm somewhat, changing gears, and it’s all to start over again. This is of course in light of my recent trip to Racine, but it got me thinking about our rank requirements and related stuff that I haven’t updated in quite some time. In fact, it’s pretty out of date, even by our latest standards. Oops. Back to the drawing board. I don’t have a problem with that, except it’s all so time-consuming, and all this for a hobby.
Anybody got a course outline they can lend me?!
Ah, well. It’s a labour of love, after all.