Renga: Brickish

Well, I finally figured out what the obnoxious habit of finding people on this site that *arent* ripped like crazy was all about. Turns out, that is what I want to look like–people like Trojan Nation and ThickMass are the ones that I realize are my eventual goal. Probably not as absolutely huge as all of them, but definitely the same kind of look– Solid, not ripped.

I’m not comfortable with a body that tends to evoke images of torn paper, shredded beef or anything of that nature. I’m a martial artist after all–those things tend to indicate that you just got your ass kicked. So yes, my goal is to develop a solid looking physique, and for the love of god stop being the skinny kid! So yeah, I fell into that. Whatever. O.o;

But, alas, that represents a new sort of encouragement. If I could get myself to eat clean, I’d probably be able to take full advantage of my mesomorph-like habits. *Sigh* I’m not much of a mesomorph anyway– just on the border between the two.

Anyway, if anyone has a suggestion, please toss it my way.

Sooo…. Long time, no write, eh? Been feeling that way in a lot of things. I’ve been lazy, partially due to a possible infection/chapped heel thing going on on both my feet. Anyone familiar with what grey skin and cracks around the grey skin means? And mostly because I got the new Rock Band game on the 20th. Long story, dont’ want to recap it. (tis fun!)

I’m presently trying to figure out (Still) how to integrate weightlifting with my continued martial training. Due to the fact that the family’s style is what’s considered "Soft" and also contains ninjutsu, muscle is not needed, and more than often frowned upon because of the temptation to rely on it over your own skill and its tendency to make a person naturally rigid, which really gets in the way of more than a few things that we learn. So, I’m trying to figure out what exactly I’m to do about continuing weight training while managing to stay loose and fluid enough to not have to stop and repeat the introductory exercises to loosen myself back up again.

 That’s not all tied to it. My induction ceremony is coming up soon. While I’m glad I don’t have to do it alone, I’m still nervous as hell because my soon-to-be brother that I will be completing the ceremony with is a little more gung-ho about it than I am. The ceremony is about an hour long, involving the demonstration of all technique learned up to that point in other styles and from other teachers, but then there’s the part that makes me nervous: the bloodletting. It doesn’t seem like that much in print, but I am NOT looking forward to that part. I can demonstrate all of the stuff I’ve learned up to this point, but I am not looking forward to cutting my own thumb open on a 70 year old katana.

The purpose is to spiritually and physically bond myself to Sensei, the rest of the family and the history, as well as hold one of the family’s traditions from waaaay back in the day, but I’m… well, you know, it seems very… retarded isn’t the word… let’s try.. no, it’s not stupid, let’s call it "Akward". I should probably catch on that this could very well be another one of Sensei’s practical jokes, but methinks he’s serious this time.

Oh well, I will find out the hard way, as usual.