I followed this fellow through two iterations of this West End gym location. In the process, I started from scratch and produced a handful of black belts in an area where suburbanites jump from activity to activity.
And then it happened.
It seems that local boy built himself somewhat of a Taj Mahal for his third generation of West End gym. His managers then approached me about going for-profit so they could make some dollars off of us. Never mind that I drew people in to his gym (not many, but enough...) and gave him free services for a long time. Now he had himself a bit of a Donald Trump situation, and needed to make money off his members every time they took a poop. If only you could see this gym. The locker rooms have these bowl-like sinks that sit on top of flat counter tops. There are rows and rows and rows of stairmasters and eliptical trainers and every imaginable machine that a West End anorexic woman could ever want. There is a juice bar (for money) and massages (for money) and... and...
I guess he kinda threw a lot of money in the gym, and needed to find ways to break even. And the economy had started to slow down. New memberships weren't coming in like he thought they would.
All while he was advertising for this new gym, he had a continuous loop advertisement playing on the front HDTV. In it was former NCAA player of the year Ralph Sampson (a local) shooting a jump shot. And then there was Rich Castanet and I doing the old Dan Kumite number 3. They filmed me doing the spinning hook kick at 120 frames per second in black and white, and then slowed it down. It was a stunning effect. You too can bring your kids in and learn this nifty stuff, right?
Well... The female managers who were put in charge of making the decision didn't quite get what we did. I offered to teach all the instructors they wanted to help me teach - for free - but wouldn't take money. I just don't. It's my thing.
Not good enough, apparently. They interviewed a few other local martial arts groups to do the job. They informed me about 3 days before the new gym was opening that I wasn't selected. They had turned it over to an American Takeyourdo Association club. You know... the kind that advertises RESPECT! on their nifty brochures.
We were interchangeable, right? Remove me, put in these dancing aerobics people in the pretty clothes, and all is good, right?
Well...
- They assumed Crystal - one of their staff and my student - would go along with this. She quit the gym. She also had a few choice words for the head (female) manager. And now Crystal works part time for me (my assistant around my home) and part time for another student in the karate class. We're trying to get her to finish her schooling...
- No (none, zero, nada) students of mine stayed. They all quit. Several sought lawyers to get out of their gym contracts, citing false advertising, etc.
- The American Takeyourdo Association club started... and failed. There are now no martial arts at this club for now.
- A few weeks ago, part of the roof of this multi-million dollar facility failed.
- It's also worth mentioning that with all the fancy machines and the glitzy juice bars, they chose not to invest as much in free weights. The guys are complaining bitterly. Also, the new workout floors are vinyl pseudo-wood over concrete. Talk about hard on the joints... Nobody likes them.
We lost a few students in the process of asking people to sign new contracts at new gyms. But today we ran our first kyu test. Five people participated. All five were awarded a 1-kyu jump.
It's a start.
It truly is a bitch teaching traditional martial arts today. But it is my observation that the race goes to the runner with the biggest heart. You've got to love what you do, and be dedicated to it. Over time, things seem to work out.
- Bill