December 9, 2010 by   | 341 views | Comments (1)

 The decision to try for my black belt seemed easy at the time, I had an inkling of what might lie ahead but like most situations that are unknown I did not fully understand.

As a 50 year old working mother of two children (who also enjoy Shinbudo), I knew that although I was not a natural athlete in any sense of the word, I did have strong determination on my side.

I also remembered that Sensei would constantly remind us not to compare our journey with any one else, it was our own journey.While the decision to grade to black is one you make by yourself, the journey itself is not one you make alone.There was never a time when I did not have a black belt come up to me and ask was I ok – did I need anything. From each I learnt many things.

Matt and Mel’s classes taught me to be strong and not give up – there is no way I could have done those 25 leap frogs on Friday night if I had not attended and enjoyed that part of my journey.

On Wednesday’s I would present myself for Stephen and Mai Lai’s class. Stephen has been taught well by Mai Lai and as we all know Mai Lai does not have the word “easy” in her vocabulary. I was also lucky to have both Joc and Maree working with me. Each Wed for the last part of class we would continue to work on my kicks or my syllabus. I could not have attempted to break the boards if it had not been for Joc. I would not have got thru the sparring if I did not have Maree, Ben and the other black belts pushing me to go one more round, one more round. Sparring was by biggest fear as I had been in a physically abusive relationship in my 20’s and the scars were hard to heal. The fact I managed 15 rounds in a neutral state with a strong feeling of support surrounding me is a credit to the support I received whilst training.

Finally on Friday’s I would present myself to Rach, who would keep pushing me, correcting my technique, supporting me and motivating me to go harder, go that extra minute and punch that little but harder. She would be reminding me to go with what ever presents.

Did it help me prepare when I was faced with Gabriel on the Friday night? A small voice inside said “hmm he is big”, but then I knew I just had to go back to being neutral and face each situation, each moment calmly and strongly.

My journey to black belt is one that I shared with many and it is easy to see why the spirit at Northstar shines so strongly.

Thank you for being a part of that journey with me.

The last word I think belongs to my Dad. I showed him the video of my throws on the Sunday. He asked quite concerned why everyone was cheering when I was thrown to the ground. I told him no – they were cheering because I could get up again.

Deb