Monday, May 9, 2016


He practices karate.
So he's a karateka.
No, he's a man who practices karate.

I love karate, and it definitely eats up a large portion of my thoughts, but it is not my life. My wife, my work and my family are my life. Karate is just something I do. If you walked into my house right now there would be no markers of my karate practice. No kanji on the walls, posters, sayings, no dirty uniforms. There would just be a mostly bare room with some weights and a bag of beans. My outside practice area could be confused for the future spot of a child's playground. The only markers I have of practice are continuously bruised arms, which no one seems to notice. Either that or they think I'm the victim of spousal abuse.