Great, now we can start at the beginning!
Remember how we learned to write back in kingergarten/1st grade?
With the large lined paper and big pencils? Printing within the lines
was hard sometimes, but, you gradually got better and better? Now
we no longer need the lines, and no longer write that way, anymore?
Well, now you experiment with what you know, and see what else
you can do with it. . .change the height of the stance (up or down),
the weight balance (forward, backward, sidewards.), the length (shorter
or longer), the speed/pace of it, etc. Play with it, feel it, be it.
Along the way you will subconsciously be evaluating and addressing
what feels right, and what doesn’t, what belongs and what doesn’t,
and what fits you, and what doesn’t.
Do you have a low stance in your white ape? Is it a balanced lateral
stance, or some kind of forward stance? While in the act of sitting, I
would try to maintain this balance/feel. Then, while sitting, i would try
to keep it, and see if I could throw techniques from that position. In
this way, I explore any and all aspects of my training, and know why
and what I can do from all manner of places, and positions I might
find myself in during the day.
We used to have a group that practiced during lunch, downtown. I
used to practice with two CPAs, an Attorney, two federal agents, and
three other office workers. We would practice sometimes in the art
gallery/lobby of my building, Walking with our stances, playing chase-
master (without others noticing), still dressedd in our business wear.
Often we would practice in a parking structure, a stairwell, a back alley,
or, anywhere that someone might actually be attacked.
It was kind cool to see the ladies doing kicks with skirts and high heels!
Ooops, I mean we had some great, practical practice sessions, then.
Driving ??
Yeah, I’m kinda mental sometimes, but, I do know how to apply the
leverage I’d get from certain stances, while I am sitting in the driver’s
seat of my car. It was even useful once when my wife’s ex. appeared
out of nowhere and came at me from the driver’s side window at a red
light (I slipped his punch, and pulled the arm further in, locking it within
the steering wheel, and backfisting him across the face. Then, i opened
the door a few times just for fun. I didn’t know who it was, either.)
:ninjadanc
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