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Punch
and Kick Your Way to Inner Peace
~ Women in Martial Arts
When
Chinese film star Michelle Yeoh picked off opponents in the James
Bond flick Tomorrow Never Dies; women suddenly gained a new role-model,
and martial arts a new contingent of students.
It wasn't just
Yeoh's flashy sideways kicks that eclipsed the machismo of Pierce
"Bond" Brosnan. It was her ability to conquer overpowering
stereotypes. "More women are practicing martial arts than ever
before," says Sensei
John Mirrione, a karate teacher at New York City's Reebok
Sports Club. "They're not here just for self defense, they
want to feel equal in the workplace and in life."
Mind and
Body Healing
In
addition to fending off potential attackers, Eastern disciplines
have long been known to provide powerful mind-body benefits. Mirrione
believes that karate movements allow women to reverse negative childhood
patterns that affect self-esteem and health. "People come in
here a mess — unstable, emotional, unhappy," says Mirrione,
"But as they change inside, their outside changes as well.
One student recently lost 60 pounds in six months, just by applying
the philosophy of karate to her daily like."
Selecting
the Right Dojo
With
so many so-called martial arts masters out there, how do you know
which one is right for you? It's similar to searching for the perfect
doctor, lawyer or mentor. "Talk to as many as you can before
making a decision," Mirrione recommends. "The good ones
use martial arts as a vehicle for their own growth. Look for someone
who is selflessly interested in transmitting this [personal growth]
to others."
The
Physical Workout
My
first day in the dojo was the tip-off. This wasn't going to be one
of those mindless aerobics classes that I tumbled into after work.
After a rapid-fire succession of jumping jacks, jumping squats,
sit-ups, bicycle kicks, splits, and jogging in place, my karate
teacher or sensei, John P. Mirrione, barked out: "On the floor
for one-arm push-ups." Everyone dropped to the mat.
Still breathless,
I tried to obey. Lift, I told myself. Nothing happened. Trying to
straighten my arm was like attempting to lift a bag of cement with
a twig.
Glancing around
the dojo — what martial arts types call a training hall —
I confirmed I was the only one still collapsed on the floor. Everyone
else, with at least a year of training under their belts, was pumping
up and down, albeit amidst grunts and heaves.
I tried again.
My puny arm still wouldn't cooperate- and my mind wasn't helping.
This is not how I want to spend my evenings or precious workout
time, I whined inwardly. At that moment, Sensei John turned in my
direction. "Let's see those push-ups, Laurie," he said.
"I can't," I cried out, hoping he would cut me a break
as a new student and a woman. Instead, he responded with the verbal
equivalent of a rap across the knuckles: "Can't is not a word
we use in this dojo."
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