I started taking jujutsu classes about six months ago, and I'm enjoying it. The classes were not exactly what I expected; for example, one of the biggest challenges has been redefining some of my boundaries of personal space. And I've had to learn a bit of Japanese, which is far more complex and subtle than I had anticipated.
I was talking to another student after class the other day. He asked me why I had decided to take martial arts classes, and I reeled off several reasons: I needed to do something to get in better shape, and I knew that I'd blow off running or working out in a gym. The fact that I pay for classes encourages me to show up.
The other student nodded his head in agreement. "That's exactly what made me sign up," he said.
"And I'll admit, it's comforting to know that I might be able to use some of what I've learned if I have to defend myself or my family," I continued.
"Yep, me too," he said.
"And of course, I want to be prepared for the zombie apocalypse," I said. "Admittedly, some of the training isn't going to help with that. I mean, knowing pressure points won't help, since zombies don't feel pain. And we need to spend more time on attacks to the head. I suppose when we get to swords, that'll be useful, but that's a long way down the road."
I'm not sure why I have so much trouble making friends at the dojo.