Life is full of endless possibilities, one possibility that I have firmly ruled out is shaving my head and becoming a Monk. After nearly two weeks spent living in the woods, eating veg and sleeping with the mice, I can assure you that the monastic life style in not for me.
But you know what is for me? KUNG FU!
Vinnie and I joined the Wu Wei Si monastery ready to learn how to kick ass and take names. Instead we spent almost two weeks completely crippled by the early and endless workouts. It turns out that learning Kung Fu is difficult. And painful. And that we were sorely out of shape.
Each morning we woke before dawn, jolted out of bed by the sound of drumming, chanting and the ringing of a 1,000 pound gong. A gong that massive will reverberate for several minutes, repeatedly reminding your beat up body that it’s time to get out of bed.Â The next hour is spent in a battle between the forces of sleep and the power of Aaaa-mi-ii-to-o-o-o-fuuu chanting fromÂ Buddhist Monks. The Monks always win.
As the chanting came to an end, we hurriedly struggled to get dressed in the complete darkness, using all of our strength just to place one foot into the dirty pants that were worn the day before. Putting on socks has never been so difficult – knees refused to bend, leg muscles couldn’t support your weight, and lifting your arms above your head caused minutes of searing pain. It took all of our mental and physical strength to limp down the stairs and begin the day.
Seconds before the sun rose, we began our workout: a run to a nearby river bed where we grab a small boulder and haul it back to the monastery. On the way down, each step on the cobblestone road felt like an electric shock. You could feel your body asking: “Why are we doing this again! We haven’t recovered from yesterday! Stop running! Go back to bed!”
And on the slow walk back up, carrying that huge stone on your head, your body realized that once again it is in for some serious punishment. You began to feel your sore muscles loosen, your back straightened and suddenly you were ready for early morning Kung Fu.
Kung Fu is basically the art of squating. Squat-punch, squat-lunge, squat-block, and the worst, the squat-jump. On the first day our 12-year old teacher, a budding ShaoLin Monk and professional Sadist, had us squat jump, squat jump and then jump into the air to touch our feet. By breakfast at 8AM on the first day, we could not sucessfully walk up the stairs.
It only got worse.
Each morning we would stretch. Our teachers seemed to take great joy in our relative inflexibility but even Mary Lou Retton herself would be considered inflexible next to these men. Â It was totally normal to see a monk stretch his ankles around his neck – and smile.Â The Monks would jump in the air, spreading their legs in split kick that went above their shoulders. They could bend backwards to touch the ground with the top of their head.
We needed help from two other people just to stretch our legs…
After our early morning workout we grabbed breakfast and because we were living in a Monastery, certain rules applied.
- No talking!
- No eating before the Kung Fu Master eats.
- You must eat everything in your bowl and anything that doesn’t make to your bowl (so don’t spill your food because you’ll have to eat it off the ground.)
- To leave you must wait until the master has left, and then you must bow and say Amnituofo to each table.
At first we were amazed at how delicious the food was, it almost didn’t matter that there was no meat! Â We soon found out that the cooks has perfected exactly five dishes, and they were served for every lunch and every dinner. The exact same meal. Everyday.
After breakfastÂ we were back at it, squat-punching our way across a large courtyard. Â The Monks didn’t speak much English, and what they did know had obviously been taught to them by other foreigners. Â Everyday we heard the same commands:
“Qui-kuh-ley! Move your S!” (Quickly, move your ass)
“Prak-tees! You! Prak-tees!
“Change arm! Switch leg!”
“Bad. Very Bad.”
It was hard to react seriously when a 12 year old Monk is telling you that your deep knee bend isn’t low enough. You can’t help but think, ‘I can’t possible squat lower than this’. Â And then the Monk walks right up and smacks you,Â “BEND LEG!” he shouts, forcing your beleaguered body into a lower squat, “BEND LEG!”
We prak-teesed for six hours a day, everyday.
At first we could barely make it through one workout. Each new move brought a wave of pain to muscles that we didn’t know existed.Â But after a week or so, our squats got lower, and punches got stronger. I found out that, at age 32, I can still do a front handspring! Â Vinnie discovered a heretofore unknown aptitude for one legged squat punches.
We may not be the ass kicking KungFu masters that you see in the movies, but we cameout of Wu Wei Si with some serious moves. We managed to survive the monastic lifestyle, and dare I say, enjoyed it?
29 thoughts on “Crouching Tiger, Crippled Dragon”
I laughed so hard, I almost cried. This is so awesome.
Kristine said she was crying too, but for a different reason :p
hello was wondering what language they speak in the monastery i’m guessing chinese but i want to make sure i’m gonna learn it before i go thanks for the amazing article btw !
Oh, my gosh, it is so good to hear from you….I thought your muscles may have just locked and frozen you in place…..in a low squat or something. Kris, this was a hilarious post, Thanks! I am just thankful you and Vinnie made it out alive. Where to next?
What doesn’t kill us just makes us stronger :p. Tell Zita to be prepared!
We’re now heading south through Yunnan, China into Laos… Where they have no trains!
Zita has been inspired – she is threatening us with squats and kung fu kicks on Saturday. On no…. next post should be about a wonderful spa – relaxation and facials. That is inspiration. You both look fabulous – will you practice your kicks and squats?
Haha! We haven’t practiced since we left, but I want to see what we can do to keep in shape.
I always knew you were a stand-in for Keanu Reeves. I continue to be jealous.
We were talking about how hard (and fun) it must have been to train for that movie!
Hey is the monestary just go in and ask to let you stay and practice? or how it works?
yeah, you just show up and ask to practice, it’s around 300 yuan/week if i remember correctly.
Hey, Thanks for the info. Â I was looking all over the place how to contact them and arrange. By the way any suggestion what to take?:) If its not a problem indulge me more then your post. electricity is there?:)) Sunday leaveÂ monasteryÂ allowed? etc if its not hard
And worth it?
100% worth it.
You only need to bring clothes that you feel comfortable working out in, soap, towel, deturgent. They have food and beds and blankets.
You have one day off a week, it’s a weekday, forget which one, not the weekend.
Hi thx 🙂 what about electricity? or none? Â great thx for infoÂ
One more thing if u know how many foreigners are there ?:) Â and i dont really speak chinese would that be a big proble, there?:)
No electricity. I didn’t speak Chinese and I was fine. You will learn the meaning of “move your ass”
Thx uu for all the info:)
One moreÂ request:) can you provideÂ longitudeÂ andÂ altitudeÂ of the place? or location on the map. Since i cannot find it on any map:)
sorry, you’ll just have to goto Dali, China and ask to get to Wu Wei Si – they’ll help you get there – that’s part of the adventure.
i will take your word on it hah thx:)
Hello, i was wondering how much it costed to train at the Monastry because i saw one website that said $40 dollars a week and then another that said $800 so could you please tell me how much you spent. ThanksÂ
it’s about $50 USD/week.
Hi, Vinnie! I hope you read those comments)) Answer me, please… Can we start our 1-week program at any day? Or, for example, only everyÂ Wednesday…
Hi, could you delete the comment i made a while back about the cost of this venture. I am trying to delete my internet identity and start afresh as anything i do online appears in the first few pages of google :/ cause my name is rather unique. From now on i shall use a fake name.
Could you also delete this comment,
quick question here, is this a monastery where they will take you in to train and live with the monks for extended periods of time? in terms of 1-5 years.
what would someone need to do to be invited in by the monks, and so on..
Just stumbled across this. I went to wu wei si in 2006 and it was so awesome I ended up doing taiji for 8 years. I also returned to Dali and the areas around in late 2011. What a mistaika to maika!
Hi, I was wondering if it would be ok if you live longer than a week there, say for about 3 months, and do they accept woman? Thanks