Hey all,
In regards to training until you're sick: I came down strongly against this so that new martial artists wouldn't look at it as something to look for in a school. I don't think a school that forces that kind of behavior is going to be the best school for the average student.
That said, I have on multiple occasions driven myself to that point. My teacher basically nodded in approval, said that sometimes it was good to force yourself beyond your limits, told me to meditate for a minute or two and then keep going, and got the mop.
It's your right to CHOOSE to do that kind of workout, and it's good to do every once in awhile for all the reasons that Kail mentioned in his excellent post, but if I had a teacher who was forcing it on me, I'd probably look forward to my lessons with dread. It wouldn't exactly put me in the best mindset to learn and improve myself. But hey, different strokes.
In regards to "The Art of War" as dating advice... yeah, it was less than entirely effective. It was much better in retrospect, actually. I'd get home, flip open the book, and shout, "Oh, for crying out loud, I just GAVE her my chariots! Hey, want my chariots, I ain't using 'em, bam! Sonuvamurblemurblemurble."
In regards to "Infinite Insights into Kenpo", I really liked the first couple, where he talked about high-level stuff, the Kenpo mindset and the way you can use your mind as a weapon. That stuff was great. The later books, where he describes every possible strike, was tough going for me. Mind you, I LOVE learning about that stuff in actual training, but it was just a bit too dry for my personal learning style.
In regards to Fourecks/Narrator, I'll attempt to regain the shattered fragments of my self-esteem. For what it's worth, I agree with you that a black belt at an average school ain't worth much. That said, you've never seen me train, you've never seen me fight, and you don't actually know what I am or what I can do. Posting an implied ability to kick my butt is both crass and empty, given that I'm not coming to Oz anytime soon.
I've trained for twelve years. I hated sparring for a long, long time, because, quite frankly, I was more into either the katas or the practical street defense, where I could do anything to defend myself. I was also a moderate nerd who was much more into the technical expertise of the martial arts than the physical beating. My teachers helped me get over my personal issues with sparring, and part of my last belt test included a big nasty sparring test. My training for that sparring test involved me getting some kind of rib injury that made it impossible for me to sleep on one side and forced me to switch sparring sides so as not to have that side to the front as I kept going (eventually, a good idea, because the other side worked better for me in the long run). I also ended up with a more or less continual bloody nose for most of the training (one time on an actual solid hit, and since I was sparring every few days, it didn't have time to heal, so every time I got whacked on the nose again, sploot), along with all the usual bruises and bumps and minor concussions that go along with full-contact stuff. In fact, the sparring test itself ended up being a heck of a lot easier than the training that my sparring buddy and I had done, and my teachers later told us that the real sparring test had pretty much been them watching us train and seeing the effectiveness, control, and passion with which we were clobbering each other.
So you know, dude, I can take a punch. I apologize if being smart enough to walk away from potential real-life fights to the death makes me unworthy of respect in your eyes. I don't drink, so my bar fight opportunities are minimal, and the one time somebody assaulted my wife in public, I was more interested in protecting her than chasing after them down, since they got out of Dodge as soon as I went into Defense Mode.
My martial arts training has helped me get light switches with my feet when I'm carrying groceries. It's also helped me not get hurt when I slip on ice in a parking lot. Mostly, though, it's shown me that no matter how much experience you have, combat is ugly and unpredictable, and it's very rarely worth getting into a physical fight with someone if you don't have to. I don't have much ego attached to beating people up anymore. My proudest moment as a martial artist was walking away from a fight disguised as a sparring match because the person who wanted to fight me was a drunk idiot. Everyone in the room told me the next day that they respected the fact that they knew I could have clobbered the guy, but that I chose not to do so.
When it all comes down to it, this is a thread on an RPG board, and every roleplaying martial-artist wannabe that I've met either has delusions of Yoda as the ultimate Martial Arts guru, or delusions of some kind of trial by fire in fierce gladiatoral combat that hones their skills just like Conan. And, in my experience here in the States, that's simply not true. I felt that the people advocating schools that make you fight 'til you hurl and bragging about the deadly street-realism of their combat drills were going overboard. The people with training generally know that it's just posturing, but the people without training need to hear that you don't need to get your final affairs in order before going to your first class. You won't be levitating anything with your force skills for awhile, and you won't be doing a lot of street-practical stuff right off the bat. You'll be learning the basics, at just about ANY school, and the basics are usually dull and repetitive and don't seem nearly as cool as the double crescent backflip kick. You'll be getting a lot of exercise. You'll either be dizzy from practicing rolls or sore from practicing blocks or tired from practicing kicks.
Go into a new martial art with an open mind and a fair amount of humility, and you'll do fine. Trust your instincts. If the instructor seems like a jerk, leave. Beyond that, this is a large hypothetical discussion.
-Tacky