the rum soaked fist: internal martial arts forum

Doc Stier wrote:

kenneth fish wrote:.....if your teacher is waxing nostalgic about how tough they had to train (and the exercises that they trained that they are no longer teaching or working on) the questions to ask are "what were those exercises" "why am I not being taught that way" and "how do I learn those exercises and learn them properly"?

Right on, Ken!

All too often, students fail to get the information and knowledge they're seeking simply because they don't ask the right questions. With very few exceptions, I am rarely asked good questions, and almost never asked the same questions which I asked my teachers. Go figure!

lazyboxer wrote:

jonathan.bluestein wrote:I dunno about you, but my infantry training was the worst. 40 Celsius, mid-summer, 4-6 hours of sleep for months on end, running or sprinting all day long with gear on, and eating crappy food all the while. Sometimes I just wanted to collapse and feint on purpose, but I knew my sadistic superiors would make my friends carry me for miles, and couldn't do that to them. Crawling through huge thorny bushes was fun, too. Took me a few months to take all the thorns out. I was lucky. Others got to crawl for hundreds of meters in T-shirts 'till they no longer had any skin left on their elbows or were seriously beat-up just for pissing off the superiors. Physically, worst time of my life. I'm still surprised no one tried to commit suicide, or at least threatened he'd do it. So basically, I was just surprised you saying you had a worse experience :-P

Josiah: Well we had it tough. We used to have to get up out of the shoebox at twelve o'clock at night, and LICK the road clean with our tongues. We had half a handful of freezing cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at the mill for fourpence every six years, and when we got home, our Dad would slice us in two with a bread knife.

Obadiah: Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, eat a lump of cold poison, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home,our Dad would kill us, and dance about on our graves singing "Hallelujah."

Ezekiel: But you try and tell the young people today that... and they won't believe ya'.