Showing posts with label sparring. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sparring. Show all posts

Sunday, June 18, 2023

Level up?


The crew from the last class of the winter 2023
kickboxing session.
There've been some things I've noticed this session in kickboxing. I think I've leveled up somehow.

I like the start of the session because there's a little more "back to basics," a chance for me to refocus on things like body mechanics and stance. We go back to breaking down the warmup drills and checking our technique: sparring goes back to "one attacks / one defends" and you can really think about combinations, blocks, and moving defensively. 

And also, there's that chance to help introduce new people to this new level, to say "hey, welcome, this is fun." I feel like I got a crash course in sparring and getting hit with the guys in Siling Labuyo Arnis, and that means that I can be the one that says, "hey, look: aim for my face, you're not going hard and it's my job not to get hit, honest to god, I'm okay with it." I'm willing to take a kick, or a punch. I've been knocked down, I've been hit in the head, I've been hit with sticks and shillelaghs, I've been taught how to fall. 

Early in the session, for our opening drills I paired up with one of the new students: she'd studied capoeira before and had come up through the beginner class but hadn't really had to aim her fists at anyone's face yet. "It's so scary!" she said after I told her to aim for my face. 

And then there's a weird thing I have been feeling in class lately. Maybe it was the effect of having some new intermediates in the class, but when we started through a round of "everyone spars with everyone else" - in a simple "one person attacks, one person defends" format, I started to see what I had learned in the last couple of sessions.

I've learned some things about range: there's that one girl who's tall and has really long legs, but wasn't using them enough (I told her that, though, and she took it to heart, so damn, there goes my advantage). There's another little, intense one who is naturally great at coming in low and ducking back out. The senior student has great combinations, so when I work with her I focus on reading them. Almost all of them have learned that if they do a big ol' haymaker I will get inside it, clinch, and either sweep their leg or knee them. 

I have started learning to read an opponent. I've started being able to think beyond punch, punch, crap I just got hit, back off, block, block. And I've started being able to decide "okay, this round I want to work on chaining up kicks" or "this round I'm going to slip, dodge, and weave" or "this round I'm going to think footwork."

I love it. It feels like a level up. I feel, right now, like I'm learning something in every single bout. 


Lawless ruffians: or, "participating in an activity without a permit"

 Well, we got kicked out of the park for sparring today. 

The SLA crew often get together on the weekend at Strathcona Park, where there's a big concrete circle that used to have some kind of pavilion on it. It makes a good spot to meet up and do some sparring. Badger sets up a camera, and we hang out, and take turns messing around in the circle. 

We'd been there about an hour today when all of a sudden a pair of guys in black uniforms showed up and told us to stop. They said we weren't allowed to be there. Admittedly, we were kind of baffled: this group have been meeting up there for literally years and never had an issue. Badger said as much. "We've had cops come by before and they've never had a problem with it."

"I'm not a cop, I'm bylaw, okay?" the guy said. "And you're participating in an unauthorized activity, so you're going to have to stop, and if we see you here again without a permit you will be charged."

No, you can't argue with a man in an official uniform who has decided how this is going to go. We did try to get some clarification: what bylaw exactly were we breaking? "Unauthorized activity," he said, "you can look it up for yourselves." We tried to look it up right there on our phones. Nothing available on the city website seemed to cover what we were doing: there were rules about interfering with other park users, but we weren't doing that; there were rules against "organized team sports," but as one of us pointed out, what we were doing was kind of the opposite of a team sport. "What counts as an 'activity'?" we asked. "Yoga? A picnic? Some friends throwing a football? Where's the line?"

The officer, of course, just doubled down. What was he going to do, say "oh, you're right, the bylaws don't cover what you're doing"? So we packed up. One of us, Phil, did follow him, filming, to ask again, "Are we not allowed to practice martial arts in the park?" 

The officer said we weren't allowed to do organized sports. "This is just a group of friends," Phil said. "Well, you can't do it," the officer said. "And you're hitting each other with sticks." 

(It sounds, in the video, like that part really made him kind of angry. I don't know why but there was emotion in his voice.)

"But it's consensual," Phil said. 

"No, it's not," said the officer (nonsensically). Then he reiterated that it "wasn't acceptable behaviour in the park," and that was pretty much it. Of course. 

As far as I can tell, there isn't a liability issue: if a group of people go to a park to play Frisbee and someone slips and breaks an ankle the city's not liable. If a group of people go to a park to spar, and someone slips and breaks an ankle, or takes a shillelagh to the shins, the city's still not liable. And this officer never even raised that. All he really said was that it wasn't "acceptable behaviour," and that it was "organized sports."

So where does the line land? When I used to meet up in a pocket park with my friend Alan to do stickfighting drills, practice breakfalls, and do some jujitsu, that wasn't organized sports. When my friend Robyn and I brought focus mitts out to the PSAC picket lines and started practicing kickboxing combinations, that wasn't organized sports.  If my kickboxing class meets up informally over the summer to practice, I bet that won't be organized sports. 

We weren't threatening anyone else, and I think it was pretty clear that we were friends playing around, not some kind of street brawl or fight club: it was noon on a Sunday, we had fencing masks on and we were laughing and ending every match with a hug. When other people come up and ask questions, we smile and tell them about it. Earlier that morning, an older woman in a sundress had come by and asked us about it, and we explained, and told her she could take all the photos she wanted. 

And okay, yes. I do see this version of the scene: a group of people (all but one of them men) in the park fighting each other with weapons. That is visually different from someone running martial arts forms or drills. (Leaving aside the fact that last year the police were called on a woman practicing tai chi alone with a practice sword in a park in Chinatown.) And there have been reports this spring about wild, unauthorized "boxing tournaments" at Britannia Beach, complete with drunk young men and general violence. And did someone else see us, get freaked out, and call it in? I don't know. I can charitably assume that that officer did a gut check and came up with "I don't like this," for whatever reason.

But still, he could have walked up and said, "Hey, can you tell me what's going on here?" instead of "Hey, you need to stop this and leave now." We would have stopped, pulled off the helmets, and explained. And okay, maybe my definition of "violence" is different from someone else's. But I still think that even before I got into martial arts, back when I thought actually doing it was scary, I'd have walked by that concrete circle and thought - "hey, cool, I wonder what they're doing? That looks interesting," rather than, "oh no! Violence!" 

But then, there is the fact that this is the City of Ottawa, the City That Fun Forgot, and, read broadly enough, the bylaw forbids "activity." 

"No person shall participate in or play baseball, softball, basketball. . . disk golf, skateboarding or any other sport or activity in a park except in an area designated by the General Manager for such respective purpose. . . " 

"Any other activity." 

Respectfully, what the fuck? 

What is a park for? 

Why do we have public, common spaces? Why even is, one might ask, Strathcona Park? What do you do with it? Walk through it going somewhere else? Sit on a park bench (there aren't many)? You can't play with your dog (dogs aren't allowed). I suppose you could lie on the grass and read a book, you could have a picnic. Your toddler could run around on the grass. But your kids can't have a sack race. And adults? Adults can't play here. Not without a permit and insurance. 

So, there are a few aspects of this in my head. 

One: at first when I talked about this online, I thought - well, if someone asks what specifically we were doing, and I say "we were sparring with sticks and staves and fake knives," then naturally they'll say, "well that sounds dangerous and transgressive so bylaw must have been right to shut it down." But honestly, the risk of injury is no greater than a particularly vigorous game of Frisbee or touch football. It's just that once it's a martial art people think differently about it. We're in a world where adults can only play within very strictly delineated spaces and if we get out of them, it's a threat. Nothing too vigorous; nothing too violent; no bruises, please, we're British.

And two: Oh my god this terrible city and its laws against people being people. Its assumption that we are not adults and capable of self-regulation. That bylaw, read literally, essentially says you need to have a permit to do anything other than sit, walk, jog, or fly a kite. 

Back when La Machine came to the city, there was a whole thing about barricades between the spectators and the machines. The City, thankfully, capitulated and allowed a flexible ribbon carried by volunteers to separate the crowds from the machines, which resulted in the most successful public spectacle we've ever had. It was intimate, it was moving, it didn't have portable steel fences corralling people onto the sidewalks. 

Also, three: if you're using a city park for something definable, something you can point at and name, like a game, a practice, a gathering, a meeting - someone, somewhere, wants you to pay money. Get a permit, get insurance, PAY someone for the right to use this public space in a particular way. YEP, it was capitalism all along. 

Who.

Woulda.

Thunk.





Monday, April 3, 2023

Range game

This weekend at kickboxing class we did a bit of fight practice, with a small square of mats, and two of us at a time going in to do some light-touch sparring while the others watched, with a few competition rules in mind for the hell of it. Me, I got myself schooled by two of the senior students in a row: fighters who are really good at timing and combinations, and who I really need to learn from. But that's not the thing. The thing was when my friend Robyn, who's also in my judo club, went up against another woman, who I'll call TKD.

TKD, as the name implies, studied taekwondo when she was a teenager. I paired up with her a couple of weeks ago, and yeah, she still kicks like it: high, fast, accurate, and powerful. When we sparred, she was throwing double kicks at my head, and she's a little thing: several inches shorter than I am, I think.

We'd done some work on throws earlier in the class, and obviously Robyn and I are both a lot more comfortable with takedowns and falling than most of the rest of the class. TKD in particular seemed sketched out by it, having apparently never done breakfalls before. I gave her some tips when we were practicing breakfalls just prior to learning the throw, and in the drills I had to work around her unconsciously edging away from me, and make sure to just let her down gently onto the mat instead of actually flipping her. But then it was time to spar, and she and Robyn got matched up. And Sonia had said takedowns were in (because we had mats for once). 

It was fascinating to watch. Robyn's fight all comes from solid legs: her most powerful punch is her uppercut, and she puts her thighs into that thing. In judo she's a talented grappler; in standing fighting she's very grounded and hard to throw for her size. I knew she was going to try closing and going for a sweep, since we'd been given permission - it's actually fairly easy to go in for a leg sweep against a relatively new kickboxer, I've done it while sparring when I spot a big Popeye haymaker coming in. (They do not expect you to move in on them, grab for the swinging arm and nape of the neck, and kick a leg out from under them.)

But the real beauty of this match was watching the range game. TKD started the match out bouncing back and forth on the balls of her feet, and you could see as soon as the bell went that she was keeping her distance. Robyn stayed more grounded, and you could see she was trying to figure out how to close. 

TKD had a trained-in range that was much further out than Robyn's - and she maintained it with rapid long-range kicks, really demonstrating what you can do with the reach your legs give you. But a couple of times, when Robyn could get inside her defenses, she'd go for the judo leg sweeps - at least twice she went for an o-soto gari that I think just needed conviction (we were doing light sparring, so it's hard to fully go for a throw while trying to hold back - and she also knew TKD wasn't comfortable with the potential fall). 

The match only lasted a minute but it was really fun to watch - one fighter aiming her feet at the other's head, while her opponent aimed her feet at. . . well, the other's feet. Both doing kickboxing, but you could see their other training influencing their styles so clearly. It was super cool.