Postby Todd Eriksen » Tue Apr 25, 2006 10:33 pm
Well, I hope not to bore anyone with this post, and if I do just send me a PM and I'll stop. The venerable Pyneneberg came down here a few weeks ago to teach a desiring yet ignorant group of folks here in southwestern Minnesota, and, to those who are still leary of joining ARMA, do so now. The experience was unbelievable. I sadly had a head cold and had put in an ungodly amount of hours at work to get the weekend off, and so may have not been an ideal student, but the ideas that I was left with still hover in my mind continually.
The insight was incredible. My learning at limited past fencing and lame 1600 sabre drills had trained me to be a fool, at the least, with Aaron. No, my skills will never equal or come close to his, but I think daily of the mistakes that I made in my first sparring session with him, and wonder if the men of old felt the same way when they faced an opponent on the battle field or tourney ground?
Reading the wonderful books by so many in ARMA is fantastic, but when you actually see it in use and finally understand the principals behind the training a whole new world is opened. In the 'Olympic' style fencing that I was trained in, you made an attack and if you failed it was over. No recovery or defense was made. Against Aaron, I learned that every offensive move I made, I'd better defend, too. (the two knots on my head and broken pinky attest to that).
I also learned about swords. I have a wonderful sword from Arms and Armor out of Minneapolis of Edward, the Black Prince which is on permanent display in my basement and (sorry Aaron) will never be used for cutting tests, yet I pulled it out after his visit and compared it to some other swords I have in the rigors that he had taught us, and for the first time was aware of the differences between good and poor blades and construction.
Look, I've spent my whole life in high school and college sports, but never has one days worth of training caused me to analyze the mistakes that I make to someday rematch, not to win, but to defend better against a better trained and disciplined disciple.
Thanks, ARMA,
Todd Eriksen
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