After almost two weeks of absence because of a cold with a really sore throat I finally returned to capoeira class today. I didn’t feel very motivated to go beforehand, but I felt I had to go before completely falling back into my slacking lifestyle from before I started to actually enjoy exercising. Luckily today’s training session wasn’t too hard and as we were an odd number of students I could sit out one or two of the partnered exercises to keep my heartrate a little lower than usual so I wouldn’t overtax my still recovering body.
But it felt really good to be back to class, to the fun and music, back to the ginga.
Scene in the grocery store, last Saturday when doing the weekly shopping with Darling: Me holding up a piece of ginger root, “Does this ginger know how to ginga?”
So yes, we had a capoeira workshop on Sunday. About half of the time we practised throwing each other to the ground in various ways (not all of these are true capoeira moves, but the mestre said we have to be prepared to encounter people who use these). And we practised kicking like a mule, literally. I can’t do a proper handstand, but somehow I’m able to kick someone in the stomach with both feet at the same time (and with a decent amount of precision) from standing on all fours. That part was fun!
Now I’m feeling ill (I did hang out with too many people having nasty colds over the last two weeks) and know I should get up from bed to check if the non-ginga-capable ginger would like to become a hot drink.
[insert leap in time of about 30 minutes]
… and yes, I really made myself some ginger tea. And ate a whole clove of raw garlic. Some smart person recently said that to get rid of a cold one should consume plenty of ginger, garlic, onion, and lemon. I don’t have any lemons at home right now, and I hate chopping onions, so the first two remedies and vitamin C powder will have to suffice for the moment.
One thing I enjoy about going to Capoeira class is the berimbau music, which is rhythmic and somewhat monotonic. After some months of weekly training to the same CD with music running over and over again, my body started to react to the music itself by beginning to move. Even now, as I sit at home with my laptop and decided to listen to some toques on YouTube, my head and shoulders started swinging from one side to the other, mimicking their movement during the ginga.
I like the feeling of being carried by the rhythm. It’s also helpful for learning new combinations of movements, because if your body does the ginga, the basic movement, on it’s own accord, your head is free for the complicated parts. And after practising the same combination over and over for a while it becomes part of the rhythm and you just do it without thinking about what to do next – at least on a good day.
When I go home, still the sound of the berimbau echoes in my head. It’s kind of comforting, and makes me look forward to the next time I can go to class. I love falling asleep to the sound of the berimbau in my head.