Hi everyone, and thanks for joining me on my first ever web page and blog. Here I’ll be discussing my martial arts journey with you, discussing theory, taking advice, and occasionally stirring the pot within the community (though, hopefully not too much). This first article is just a quick introduction to who I am and my mission statement.
My name’s John, and I’ve been a martial artist for about 13 years now. I started in the usual way one does in the United States, walking into a Karate Dojo at the behest of my parents. Sadly, that was never to stick. Though I stuck through my first few years of college, earning some belts in Karate, Kobudo, Aikido, and Kendo, I never really found my passion in what I was studying. Eventually aggressive injuries sustained in my old job as a ground crewman for an arborism company, and in the training hall at college, saw me looking elsewhere for my training needs.
Floating around my hometown for a few months, I tried other Karate schools, some Krav Maga, and even a fencing club. None of these were a good fit for me; It wasn’t holistic, all encompassing, or deep enough for the obsessive, hyperfocused study that I tend to pour myself into. After a long day of driving around, frustrated, from about 6 in the morning until about 4 in the afternoon, on a Tuesday in the spring of 2010, I came across a little after school tutoring center, tucked away behind a shopping center. There I met Mr. Siu.
I walked in the front door to what looked like a daycare center. The room was covered in those 3/4 inch Century puzzle mats, about 40 feet deep and 30 feet wide. Not huge, but definitely a step up from the converted chemistry lab we were always knocking lights off the ceiling in with our Kendo training. A strong looking Chinese guy with a strong jaw, cropped hair, and very genuine eyes greeted me at the door. John Siu was a New Yorker by birth. Easygoing, family oriented, and focused, he greeted me with a handshake that felt like iron wrapped in tire rubber, and a professional smile. “Welcome to Riverstone”
What happened next felt like something out of a kung fu movie, maybe because i’d watched too many. We sat down over a drink and talked about his school for a little while. He’d just opened, and was offering a curriculum in Wing Chun, a style I’d never heard of before, having grown up on Jackie Chan and Jet Li movies in the 2000’s. He explained the concepts and history of the style to me, how it originated in Southern China, and the Myths of it being founded by an Abbess Named Ng Mui.
“Certainly sounds like the perfect advertising for a self defense class, but can something invented by a nun over a hundred years ago really work today?” I asked.
He finished his drink, smiled, and said “Show me what you know so far”
Needless to say what followed was pretty predictable. We stepped out onto the mats, I bowed and brought my hands up. After ranging in a few times, I fired off a few shots. Immediately my hands were bashed off center or crushed to my body, and there was a fist hovering about a millimeter from my nose. I smacked the hand aside and tried again, mixing up my combination to try and throw off his defense. Same result, hands trapped on my chest, knuckle brushing my nostrils.
“ok, it’s fast, but can it really DO anything?”
The last attempt wasn’t so nicely responded to. this time, my hands couldn’t even get out from my guard position, and a fist connected solidly with my chest, blowing the air out of me and knocking me down. I got up, a little winded but definitely impressed. I spent another hour with Mr. Siu talking theory and concepts, and by the end of the discussion, I was asking to come back for another lesson.
I spent almost 5 years there, some of the best years of my life, if i’m being open. It was a small school, never more than me and 3 or so brothers coming in and training for an hour or two, but it was a fantastic time. Lots of drills, lots of sticking hands and sparring, and even some conditioning. I was stronger and faster in the first year than I had been in ten years, and it was noticably easier in sparring against my old brothers and sisters at ODU.
After a time, that place closed down, and I found myself without a school. I had fallen in love with Chinese martial arts by that time, and couldn’t bring myself to go back to the stuff i’d been practicing before, so I went out on my own. I was very lucky in that time to have developed a good relationship with Neil Ripski, a really high level Neijia (internal style) player, who runs the Red Jade guys up in Alberta, Canada (Check out his wordpress here: https://neilthekungfuguy.wordpress.com )After about 2 years, I got tired of doing form, wall bags, and having to drop in to other schools to train, so I took Neil’s advice to go get a real teacher again and found my next home with Terry Price
Terry’s a big, happy, beer drinking, rock and roll loving hippie that the 70’s were absolutely designed for. The guy has the best sense of humor and is absolutely laid back. He’s a perfect Taiji teacher for those of us who can’t simply relax when a teacher smacks us and says “Fang song” (release tension/make relaxed, in Chinese).
Terry is an inner door student of Chen Yun Ching, the son of Grandmaster Chen Pan Ling, who fled China to Taiwan during the revolution, charged with a mission of preserving the internal arts until the mainland was safe again (Martial arts were basically taken over by the State). The Chen Pan Ling system encompasses Taijiquan, Baguazhang, Xingyiquan, some Shaolin sets, and weapons forms. I’m about a two year student there, but I’ve already seen tons of similarities in terms of body mechanics, structure, and power generation between this, and my first Chinese style of Wing Chun.
I won’t get too much into theory here, but that’s what i’m doing lately. I’ll be posting more on the mechanics of these styles in the future. Thanks for stopping by and stand by for my next post soon!