Training in the Chen Village

From February 2019 Training Trip

We made it across the 1/2 way mark of our training yesterday and our team is doing really well. Our ages range from 35-mid sixties. We are sleeping on beds made for teenage boys, eating very simply, and training five hours a day on hard slick tile. It is chilly. We are taped up, creamed up, Advil-ed up. Viki whacked my shoulder yesterday and said, “I read your blog today, the one on Pain, “its not true!” We had a good laugh at that. But thankfully the only casualties so far are a cold, a tweak and some cravings for a nice juicy steak and a beer. All things considered we are staying healthy and representing well.

I asked Moon student Richard how it was going for him…

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The Old And New

From September 2016 Training Trip

Its about 5:30am in the Gou. I slept fairly well after unpacking and fussing around, just waking up a few times mid-dream stream to read about the Oscars and Spike Lee. Waking and writing is a ritual I look forward to when I am here. I make my tea and have a snack - this morning it is a scone I stuffed in my bag from the Starbucks at Zheng Zhou train station. It’s a bit stale but offers me one last familiar tether to the tastes of home. I’m not hearing any roosters yet. I don’t know if they still live here or if it’s still too dark. It’s cold but not nearly as cold as we all expected. Still, we slept with hats and socks on. The dorms we are in are recently renovated. They are clean, spacious, and have hot showers.

The drive from Zheng Zhou to the Village always…

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Memory

From October 2014 Training Trip

High-pitched barking dogs penetrated my sleep all night long in Chenjiagou. These scrappy little fellows fight for shade and food during the day and at night, just fight. I have not seen any large dogs here, nothing that even approaches the approximate size of a Corgi. They are skinny and sort of ratty with tufted steely hair. Come to think of it I did see one precisely groomed poodle; he seemed completely out of place. Most of the dogs I have seen are dirty white or brown and white, running around close to what might be their home. Some are roamers, it appears, these guys like to forage in neatly piled garbage heaps waiting morning pick up. They look up at the American tourists walking by and then go back to their hungry work. Once or twice I’ve seen a couple eating from a bowl. It is tempting to pet them, to pick them up and hug them but we dare not; I’m not sure they actually would want us to. They seem fiercely independent and I respect that.

We have two more days of training left and are mentally …

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