I haven’t posted recently because I’ve been busy killing myself at my martial arts school, Self Mastery Systems www.selfmasterysystems.org
I decided to do this very intense program called, The Hundred Days. It sounds intimidating, right? It’s 100 days of working out (Shaolin Kung Fu & Tai Chi Chuan), 4-5 hours a day, with no off days…
I debated whether or not to write about it since it will most likely be a very personal journey, but if Musing Myself is about growing as a person and discovering new bliss-inducing ways of life, then it’d very fitting to write about my journey into Shaolin Monk territory.
Here’s a catch up on the first week:
Day 1: Five hours, thirty mins….I can barely stand. And look there’s a camera guy filming me sweat and stagger as I try to keep up with my classmates during roundhouse kicks. Now he zooming in on my face. Lovely. Home around 9pm. Dinner. Bed.
Day 2: Five hours. OW! I hate this. I prepared for 100 Days by being as lazy as possible and “resting up”. I realize now this was dumb.
Day 3-6: Four hours, thirty mins. Hey I’m getting better! And I’m not dead yet.
Day 7: Seriously considered quitting. Everything hurts. Don’t human beings need a break? A day off in between? Or at least one day off a week? I decide to go for one more day and see how I feel. Afterward I feel better and decide to keep pushing through to Day 100. I come home and immediately pass out on my boyfriend’s chest while he works on his laptop. (Apparently I was having dream conversations with people because when I woke up and started talking to him he thought I was still sleep talking.)
I am trying to have no expectations as to what this experience will bring. But I do intend to get stronger, push myself farther than I’ve ever gone before, and hopefully change almost all of my daily habits. Okay so I lied, I have lots of expectations as to what this experience will bring.