I was first introduced to judo at age 10. Our Baptist pastor was an Ikkyu and started a club in the church rec room. We were pretty poor, but we could afford the cost of tuition: Attend one service per week at church or Sunday school. My 5th grade teacher, Mrs. Montgomery, and her husband helped me buy my first judogi.
I attended sensei/reverend's class for about a year and a half until his 'calling' led him to another church. I gave up organized religion once the carrot was gone and my mother no longer made me go, but I always wanted to get back into judo and kept my judogi until it no longer fit.
As an adult I moved around a lot, mostly in small towns. Most of the time there was no opportunity to continue, but I did when I could.
I walked into my current dojo a Gokyu just over a year ago and was awarded Nikyu yesterday. I'm looking forward to every practice and my growth in the art is becoming easier and more apparent.
I attended sensei/reverend's class for about a year and a half until his 'calling' led him to another church. I gave up organized religion once the carrot was gone and my mother no longer made me go, but I always wanted to get back into judo and kept my judogi until it no longer fit.
As an adult I moved around a lot, mostly in small towns. Most of the time there was no opportunity to continue, but I did when I could.
I walked into my current dojo a Gokyu just over a year ago and was awarded Nikyu yesterday. I'm looking forward to every practice and my growth in the art is becoming easier and more apparent.