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Hearing the sounds of people breaking in half a wooden slab with their feet and cries being shouted out, I hesitantly entered the Dojo, placing my sandals in a cabinet. Dreading the smell of feet and sweat I didn’t enjoy coming. Not only was the smell bad but the physicality that was required was discomforting. The hits that my back and ribs received from missed side-kicks and jabs was unbearable. I began to contemplate: why am I allowing this to happen? What was the point of me getting hurt? At first, knowing that earning a black colored belt was not enough of a good reason for me to undergo these uneasy physicality. “Keep your shoulders balanced with your arms, SPREAD YOUR LEGS. DACHI, DACHI!!”, incites my karate teacher. The thought of quitting was haunting my mindset; having to stay in a smelly room with a bunch of sweaty people, being hit in purpose, and undergoing the overwhelming yelling by the instructor. I guess I was not made out for this. However, I couldn’t just let these people toss me around like I was a cushioning pillow. …show more content…

Clearing my mind and turning my attention away from my physical state, I payed close attention to my instructor demands. With a simple inhale and exhale, my feet transcend into the blue mat. As I would let out war cries while kicking and striking karate paddles I realized the whole meaning meaning: to find relaxation among all the aching that covers my whole body. I continued to jump around, breaking wood panels and extracting force from my body and transmitting it to the punching bags, I surrounded myself with that sudden realization. Focusing on every inhale and exhale to distill the souring, I recognize that concentration is embraced by the current. Rather than avoiding the pain, I embraced every inch of aching in my

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