This blog is dedicated to my wife Lisa. One might ask the following, a martial art blog about his wife? Well let me explain, this is my way of publically saying thank you to a woman who has supported my martial art lifestyle since the day our relationship got more serious; I can remember the day I confessed through casual conversation to her that I was a martial artist. The conversation went something like this, there is something you should know about me, my comment was followed a perturbed/worried look on her face as if I was about to confess to her that I was a serial killer or had some incurable venereal disease. After a brief pause and once I knew I had her attention, I uttered the following words: I am a martial arts practitioner, as if this would soften the blow of the fact that I just don’t dabble in it but that I am truly a martial arts fanatic. Her response was, I know, you mentioned it; me mentioning it was my way of testing the waters with her. I then said ok, cool, but didn’t give her the details of my condition.
How does this trait differ than any normal hobby of a suitable male prospect? Well, for starters, I own nearly 100 weapons (excluding firearms), and am drawn to weapons of all sorts and sizes and I cannot stop collecting. Whether its swords, knives, or bludgeoning instruments, I love them and can’t get enough of them. Also, when we go shopping together, the clothing racks appear to me as modified mook jongs, for which I can throw a few angled empty hand strikes at, most men don’t do this when they shop with the main squeeze. I also prefer to buy all things in black; black shirts, shoes, pants, shorts, tanks, etc… Additionally, I cannot leave the house without at least one tactical pocket folder on my side, if I do I feel naked and have even turned around once leaving the house to grab one. When we dine out I cannot sit with my back towards the door, I need to see who is walking in and out and scope out the other patrons to see if they pose a threat to my kids, my lady, me and or the food I ordered. When I am greeted with a hug by friends or family members my mind briefly computes this humanly sign of affection as a clinch and I immediately and mentally begin to think about a counter and escape. When someone extends their hand for a shake in greeting, I fight the urge to initiate a thumb lock then transition to an arm bar. When we watch an action movie or drama that may have a fight scene or show someone being attacked, I have a bad habit of pausing and or rewinding and examining the situation and then determine my own approach for escape and or survival, I then share my revelation of my awesome solution to my wife. When we are on vacation, I have a tendency to look up local area Dojo’s just out of curiosity, and then ponder briefly how I could plan a visit between all the other stuff we have planned, of course I don’t share this plan with her I just think it.
I have more gi’s in my closet than I will ever need and a large collection of martial art books that I simply purchased because they are books related to martial arts, it is so bad that I have even at one time bought the same book three times because I forgot I already owned it and read it. So this is why when I knew this was the gal that I could spend the rest of my life with that I was a bit worried when I confessed to her that I was a martial artist. She has been for the most part extremely patient and understanding of my passion. You see martial art is not just a hobby to me; it has become a very part of my DNA, a piece of fabric of the man I have become. I think about it every day even when I am not physically practicing it. Through its practice, I have learned, respect, honesty, honor and how to put off immediate gratification, all characteristics needed to succeed life. I am sure that my martial artist lifestyle has annoyed her on more than one occasion, such as the time we decided to go on a 3 day cruise together and I met a fellow martial artist all by happenstance in the line to board the cruise ship, Mr. Dave Epperson. Dave is a Kenpo practitioner and who from time to time would come into Stockton CA, from the bay area to train with our DeCuerdas clan; we started chatting about plans to train while on the boat, needless to say our significant others were not so pleased with conversation, their raised eyebrows was a dead giveaway that our plans for this trip differed from theirs; needless to say we both had to fight of the urge to meet up on the upper deck gymnasium to train. Luckily I have realized I am not alone when it comes to having a martial art addiction, a matter of fact I know have a large number of friends who share in this similarity, and through these similar traits we have developed a brotherhood in some respect. I have invited these folks into our home for BBQ’s and get together’s and my wife always jumps in to be a graceful hostess to our guest.
I give this women credit, it’s probably bad enough having just one of me around but to have a household of folks talking martial arts in our home, she has to be at her wits end. Anyhow my point is to if you are like me and have had a women by your side throughout your martial progression be sure to take some time to thank her for her support. We are a strange type of people, martial artists; we have certain traits that would have the typical women running for the hills. Sure I enjoy walks on the beach, but when I am walking and embracing my gal I am also keeping my eyes open for shark teeth to adhere to piece of drift wood so that I can make striking instrument, similar to those used by Hawaiian luau warriors of days passed. So honey, thanks for all the support. Train Strong to Remain Strong!