
Notes on the Journey: On Breaking Boards
You don’t fear the raging river. You are the raging river. The first time I broke a board was after I’d already been on the mat for several hours—our regular Saturday afternoon hour and a half session, followed by a three hour Rapid Assault Training class. “Do you want to break a board?” My instructor asked as we were wrapping up for the day. The important part to this story is, I’d already done some drills—in a manner that was at least correct-adjacent—and had successfully been able to remove a fully grown man from on top of me, so breaking

