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My Dojo

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MY DOJO

The feeling I get when I walk through the steel doors of my Dojo (martial art training hall) is one of great anticipation. The hours that lie ahead will be filled with the pain I love to hate. The same pain I have grown accustomed to over the years has become my friend. As I make my way down those damp concrete steps that hold the moisture from nights past, I can start to smell the hours of hard work that remain embedded in the soul of this place I choose to call home. The foundation is old and the paint shows signs of wear and tear from the bodies being slammed up against it. Trying to avoid the blows raining down on them like a midsummer shower is impossible.

Finally, I walk through a maze of punching bags and mats that lay lifeless at the moment. I make my way to the locker room to change into my Gi (Uniform). Like a soldier who puts on his Armor, I gear up and head into harmÐ"*s way, only there is nowhere to run in my war zone. As I get ready to make my presence known I can start to hear the repetitive chants of the other warriors who preceded me into the watchful eye of Sensei (Teacher) who sits majestically on his throne and never misses an eye blinking.

I take a deep breath and a quick sip of something to drink because I know that every cell in my body will be depleted of all sources of energy by the end of this ordeal. Upon opening the door I notice the air is thick with heat, not from mechanical sources but from the bodies beginning to warm up for the long arduous tasks ahead.

My night begins with a trek across a frostbitten floor that seems to penetrate deep inside my bones and forces me to keep moving or risk having my feet amputated. As I approach Sensei I do so in a cautious manner for he holds my fate in his hands for the night and to upset him would be a detriment to my health.

I make it safely into his presence and kneel in the traditional Japanese manner on a cold, hard cement floor and endure its painful pressure on my delicate knees and ankles. After I bow in I rise to my feet, right leg then left and begin to encounter a plethora

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