A funny random story
A memory from when I was 19, and one of the proudest moments of my life...
I punched a woman who was eight inches shorter than me, and probably close to twenty years older than me, in the face so hard that she fell down backwards.
Of course, to make that story work out in my favor, I do need to mention the fact that she was a second degree black belt and a full-contact kickboxing champion training for a boxing tournament and that I was her sparring partner, and that she had spent the past six years completely thrashing me every time we sparred, to the point that before I got a car, when my mother would pick me up from the dojo, she would come early just to watch the aforementioned woman pick me up [i]off[/i] the ground, roll me over her shoulders, and throw me down on my back. So, all in all, I thought, at the time, that finding a gap in her guard big enough to slide a fist through and connecting hard enough to make sure she felt it was a great indicator of progress on my part.
The end of the story, of course, is less grand, wherein she got up, congratulated me on a good connect, and proceeded to thrash me quite soundly. Rest assured, I was still spending more time with stars in my eyes than she ever did. In the end, I'm glad she was one of my teachers, and not one of my enemies. (-:
For anyone interested, no, she didn't win the boxing tournament, but as I recall, she did make a great showing.
I punched a woman who was eight inches shorter than me, and probably close to twenty years older than me, in the face so hard that she fell down backwards.
Of course, to make that story work out in my favor, I do need to mention the fact that she was a second degree black belt and a full-contact kickboxing champion training for a boxing tournament and that I was her sparring partner, and that she had spent the past six years completely thrashing me every time we sparred, to the point that before I got a car, when my mother would pick me up from the dojo, she would come early just to watch the aforementioned woman pick me up [i]off[/i] the ground, roll me over her shoulders, and throw me down on my back. So, all in all, I thought, at the time, that finding a gap in her guard big enough to slide a fist through and connecting hard enough to make sure she felt it was a great indicator of progress on my part.
The end of the story, of course, is less grand, wherein she got up, congratulated me on a good connect, and proceeded to thrash me quite soundly. Rest assured, I was still spending more time with stars in my eyes than she ever did. In the end, I'm glad she was one of my teachers, and not one of my enemies. (-:
For anyone interested, no, she didn't win the boxing tournament, but as I recall, she did make a great showing.