Today I trained at a real Japanese Dojo. I learned Aikido - and by learned Aikido, I mean I am now terrified of anyone who knows Aikido. One of our classmates, Joe, has been training at this dojo for a while, and he brought us to see what it was like. The Japanese, once again, have proven that they are the nicest people on earth. Everyone there took turns helping and teaching us. I learned neck rolls and pinning people on the ground. I was having a good time learning at a slow pace until a new man came up and offered to train me... His English wasn't good - in fact, he hardly spoke a word. Somehow with gestures, he was able to show me what to do. And, with force, he was able to throw me to the ground, smash my elbows and face, and pin me. Basically, he kicked my ass. Round after round, with tears in my eyes, I pleaded for him to take it easy. He just smiled and nodded his head - not understanding a word. I looked desperately at my friends, hoping one would trade partners with me. I was stuck - in more than one way. To add insult to injury, as we were watching the sensei teach a new move, he turned to me and spoke the only English I heard from him all day, "My age... 83." He smiled. He seemed pleased with the look of horror on my face after realizing that I was just beat up by an 83 year old Japanese man who was half my height.
He looks innocent enough, but he is no softy. Thanks for the beating, Grandpa.
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Which dojo did you go to? Hombu Dojo or another one?
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