Vápnum sínum
skal-a maðr velli á
feti ganga framar.
I'm exhausted, and that's awesome.
When I first starting fighting, I wanted to fight with great weapons. Yes, I like sword fighting and yes I have a shield obsession but, there's just something empowering about great weapons. The finesse and agility of a well seasoned great weapon fighter is pure art. Aggressive and blood thirsty art.
I haven't had much success at training with great weapons until recently, I did play around a bit in the past but nothing too in depth. Today, I fought with my spear and it was epic (from my point of view, at least). I realise that this is just the beginning and that I'm very clumsy and still learning how to hold my weapon, but it felt good.
I know that this journey is going to be a very long and very hard one and that's what draws me to it. Easy is not fun. It's not as rewarding. I like how aggressive and how personal great weapon fighting can be. I like how demanding it is. This path will also teach me patience and pacing. It will force me to have a healthier lifestyle. I've already started to go to the gym in order to up my cardio and build strength. I'm changing my diet, adapting to what my body needs.
I've been seeing a chiropractor 2-3 times a month and been getting active release. That alone is a pretty amazing feat. I feel strong and I'm ready to get stronger. It's funny how one hobby can become a lifestyle and how a lifestyle can force you to own your life back and kick your fears in the junk.
