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As a young child, I remember my father returning home once or twice a week with blisters on the soles of his feet somewhat resembling fifty cent pieces. At that age, I had little idea of the concepts and ideals of Kendo. When I think of it, has much really changed I began to trek the long and confusing road of Kendo at the age of 12. Back then, there were many nights when there were only four people |
on the floor in Ballarat. Still, there was definitely something beguiling about wearing clothes that resemble a dress, developing a scent that often leaves you lonely on a Saturday night, and screaming at the top of your “hara”, beating others with bamboo swords. Apart from that, no matter how often or hard you train; there is always an eighty year old Japanese gentleman who has no problem beating you up.
I was influenced by people like Arpad Maksay, Jason Widdy and Tony Pickering. However, it wasn’t until a young man by the name of Satoru Takada came to Ballarat that I found my true passion for Kendo. Satoru brought a new air to the Ballarat Kendo Club, giving us all new training ideas and ways to improve our Kendo. It was during that time, that I finally understood the origin of those fifty cent blisters.
Kendo has taken me to Japan three times thus far, for a total stay of over three years and counting. To me, Kendo is not just a means of staying healthy, but through the stringent learning of “reigi”, Kendo can influence the way we view our lives, work, school and relationships.
I hope Kendo in Australia continues to grow as it has until now.
Ryan Oliver
