I attended my first Shotokan (Japanese Martial Arts) class in over ten years today, and I hurt everywhere.
My mind picked right back up like I had never let, but the rest of me is very different than it was in my late teens, and it is clearly going to take a while for my body to catch back up.
I was fortunate to have been able to track down the person who taught my previous teacher, and he lived up to my expectations by not going easy on me for a second. I left exhausted and sore and happier than I have been in a long time.
It remains to be determined whether my old rank will be restored or whether I will have to work my way back up. He says he will decide after my first month is done.
Tomorrow, I hope to pick up a new treadmill that should help with m journey back to fitness. This is also day one without soda or energy drinks o any other caffeine for that matter, which in combination with the workout has left me a little shaky.
The one place where my memory is clearly failing me is Japanese. The instructor runs most of the class in Japanese (He is from Japan) and apparently a decade is long enough for me to forget nearly all of that. I have Rosetta Stone at home and my own collection of martial arts specific terms to study with. Hopefully, that will also come back to me soon, along with my better health.
I may or may not update on my progress here as I go along. But for today, I was feelin too elated and just had to share.