I Scream, You Scream...

On Sunday I got to attend a 6 hour Latosa Escrima class taught by Grandmaster Rene Latosa himself. Unlike other grandmasters (well, the one other grandmaster) I've taken classes from directly, Mr Latosa teaches well. The class covered the range from first program beginners to a group reaching for their first technician level (well above a blackbelt in a traditional martial art). Since I don't train all that often out here in Chicago though, I was extremely sore afterward, and that doesn't include my twisted ankle or the six or so spots where I got hit with a stick.

My ever so helpful coworkers offered to hit me with a stick next time so I don't have to travel all the way to California next time I get the urge for escrima..

I am inspired to continue practicing what I can out here, and if I'm lucky I can get one of my neighbors interested enough to be a training partner for me. Jason's still a bit too young to be learning how to hit people with a stick, but when he's ready I'll be there to teach him.

Escrima: More fun than you can shake a stick at!