I had seen an Aikido demo at Trinity college (quite a few years before) and read a little about it, however what I saw going on in this dojo did not look like any Aikido I had ever seen before... I mean, people were being hit in the face and being thrown hard. I had thought Aikido was gentle and flowing... I was intrigued!
Attending an adult class on the following week, I looked around and nearly everyone in the dojo was bigger and younger (although maybe not as good looking) and looking very serious in their judo suits waiting for class to begin.
While I had trained in Karate (Wado Ryu) and kickboxing in my early college years, football had become my passion after I graduated. Recurring injuries were now bringing that to an end. I had wanted to return to the martial arts for some time, however I was now much older, married, with two young daughters, a business to run, a mortgage and little enough spare time. Was I mad? My heart rate was certainly up a bit and I hoped I was not showing any outward anxiety. I had however taken the most important step on my new journey; stepping onto the mat for my first Aikido class.
Despite a reasonable level of fitness walking in, I was not used to the constant ukemi and had lost a good bit of flexibility over the years from playing regular football. In truth there were many nights I drove home in those early months barely able to move.
For the first couple of months, I attended beginners class twice a week, and during those early days I don't think I endeared myself greatly to my fellow classmates, as, due to ineptitude, tagged one or two with over exuberant atemi or poorly attempted technique. .... I suppose I was not the only one going home sore from time to time... sincere apologies: Sinead, Ruth, Darren, Karen, Emer, Eric, Ken, John, Jim.
I remember my first grading as though it were yesterday. I was vey nervous. I had forgotten the feeling of performance anxiety that can occur under such close and personal scrutiny. At its conclusion, though, one of the grading panel commented "He reminds me of a young Keith McClean at his first grading". I was chuffed to receive such high praise, until I realised later that it was in fact a damning criticism, as apparently Sensei McClean was as unyielding and rigid as an iron bar as a beginner too.
Sheer determination, carried me through that first year; the frustrations, feelings of ineptitude, the regular physical discomfort and grindingly slow progress until I had somehow become accepted from time-to-time into the higher kyu grade class, no longer having to endure the sounds of training while I showered early downstairs silently swearing to myself. (Thank you Joe Cheevers Sensei)
Now I could make a real nuisance of myself, as I was determined to attend all classes, beginner, higher grade and any other classes I could wangle a place into, including training with the youth members. It may very well have been, had I not had two talented juniors enrolled, I might not have been looked upon with such tolerance. However, slowly, and with resignation Sensei McClean realised, this guy is not going away, I think I'll start using him as an uke, that might soften him up a bit.
Not too long after that, it was announced that the club would be competing in it's very first competition and that additional training sessions would be scheduled for those competing. I had to earn the additional coaching and so, signed myself up to compete in the ETAN European Championships (Antwerp) in Junnahon, Goshin-no-kata and individual randori. Looking back on it now, it was an optimistic endeavour as a 4th kyu with no skills or experience, but I was on a mission.
What I did not completely appreciate at the time was that I had joined at a key turning point in the development of the club as Sensei McClean was also on a mission to transform the clubs direction in his own hunger for improvement and knowledge. As it happened I found myself to be a member of the very first Irish competitive squad as a small club team was assembled and prepared. Again, apprehension and doubts crept in, to be swept aside in the pursuit of knowledge. And what a great feeling! ...bringing back memories of college, competing in kata and kumite and the old excitement of heading out to battle. Although I brought back no medals and won no bouts, my win was immense in terms of personal aiki development, the fun I had at the event and the bond I started to build with my club teammates.
On returning after that first competition, it felt to me that the atmosphere in the dojo had somehow changed, club history had been made, I had been part of it, I had faced a significant challenge, pushed through and now felt a new confidence in training. I liked that feeling.
Not long thereafter I attended my first BAA Seminar and external grading under the watchful eye of Vanda Fairchild Sensei and in the presence of Tsuchya Sensei, in Belfast. If I look back on the video record of my demonstrations at this event, I cringe internally, however, at the time it was a another special moment, as Sensei Fairchild called me out for a special mention when results were announced. This single, kind and encouraging remark from such a highly regarded Sensei has remained with me from that day, and I use it to push aside self-doubt and focus on the rewards that come from making your best effort.
There are important people you meet along your journey (in addition to your chief instructors), that provide guidance and more importantly take time to notice the things you do well, and communicate them to you. These are golden moments, unexpected, but very important milestones in the development of every student.
Having completed vetting and child protection training I was allowed now onto the mats with the younger members, which again afforded additional opportunity for training, as often there was an uneven number on the mat and I was more than happy to step in. Additionally and importantly, training and helping out with our younger members forced me to put aside physicality and focus entirely on soft technique. I had to admire the youth member's talent and skills which often exceeded my own and their exuberance and energy movitaved me to keep-up and train smarter.
It is often in these classes that I would take a moment to reflect, observing my two young daughters performing kata, kakarigeiko or sitting attentively in seiza and feel lucky to be able to share this budo experience with them (even if sometimes they have been embarrassed at their old man's efforts)
Training regularly now three, and sometimes four times a week, I begin to make slow but steady progress and further competitions even lead to some medal wins.
One of the next influential events on my journey was attending a particular BAA summer school in which, due to a scheduling clash, I was "volunteered" by Sensei McClean to uke in his place for one of the seminar instructor demonstrations by a new unknown Shinkendo instructor. I distinctly remembering as I stepped onto the mat... This guy looks dangerous....am I going to get killed here?. In the end, facing the challenge, pushing through and performing well made the event very memorable, pushed confidence and uke ability forward another notch.
And so, slowly, in small steps over time, I had somehow made it to 1st kyu.
At all BAA grading events along the way, the standard expected by our club for everyone had risen. Pam Sensei, one of the only remaining students from that first adult class when I joined, had pushed through to earn her black belt and in doing so set a new club standard for 1st Dan and one to which I now aspired .
I realised that 1st kyu was in itself an important milestone and one that should be enjoyed on the road to shodan. I was no longer in such a rush. I was determined now to take whatever time I needed to build a solid foundation on which to walk out in confidence at my next examination.
Yet again, opportunity for a higher level of training became available as Sensei McClean prepared for his upcoming 4th Dan examination. Both Pam Sensei and I were as eager as each other to get stuck in and take this opportunity by the throat to learn new syllabus and improve ukeing skills above our paygrade. Training intensified as additional sessions were scheduled before and after regular practice to assist Keith Sensei in his preparations. Not alone did he have to teach himself, he also had to up-skill his ukes to receive new ukemi and stronger application. I was loving it.
And what a great event it was and a privilege to be a part of. For me this event was another key milestone for the club and a culmination of twenty years of unbroken training for Keith Sensei.
On the day of Sensei McClean's grading, when I stepped onto the mat to uke, I felt a huge responsibility and pressure to perform well and not to mess-up. But it was also a proud moment and one I enjoyed immensely.
It took a good sixteen months of consistent training at 1st kyu, another comp and couple of seminars before I felt I was now well prepared and capable to present for shodan test; but was it enough?
I had learned along the way that your evaluation as a shodan candidate in the eyes of the examination panel as well as your Sensei is influenced by observations not just of your general technical progress but also your attitude to training, your mat ettiquette, your character and behaviour at seminars and comps over the preceeding years of your journey. It's therfore very necessary and important to start building these important foundations and relationships as early as possible.
Finally, and most importantly the journey to shodan in Aikido is dependent above all upon the support of your family, club members, coaches and instructors. It's not possible to train and advance on your own and all members contribute to your advancement over time. On the day of your test, your uke(s) can be the key to your best performance.
Sincere gratitude goes to Vanessa (who is tolerant of my obsession), all juniors, youths and adult members of DTA, in particular Michael, Eoghan and Pam during the run-up. Finally special thanks to Keith and Pam Sensei for their individual personal instruction and mentoring all the way along; and especially for making me look good on grading day being superb ukes.
So what did I learn along the way:-