Karate
Well to day was a pretty normal day, except that I actually got some sleep and that those workers are still here. I went to karate again today, and that was not so normal. I got there like a normal person (and actually early for once!), having changed into my uniform far from the workers' prying eyes, and I noticed that almost no one showed up. Just because it's spring break...pffft, slackers.
Anyway, the class began normally enough, until the part where they pair me up with a black belt whose hook punches are a bit...off. It was really interesting how he kept hiting my face instead of the bag. And then, when I tell him to be careful not to hit me he's like "don't worry, I won't" and I said "you ARE" so then he says "oh", hits the bag, and then hits my face. Then he starts saying that he's tired and soon it's my turn to hit the bag. Well he suddenly became the most energetic tired person *I*'ve ever seen. See, to promote a realistic feel, the person holding the bags moves around and *occasionally* puts them up. Nonono, the bags were constantly up and so I endured 20 minutes of contant punching. Well he's a nice guy, so I didn't really mind, after all it was good exercise.
Then some supernatural force decided to make me miserable because suddenly we had to put on our sparring gear. As if the fact that there were only 12 people there wasn't bad enough, the 6 with gear were the black belt, a guy who practices martial arts for hours a day, a guy who was in the army, 2 little kids, and me. I had the pleasure of fighting the first round with the black belt, which was ok, because I figured out his little weakness.
Then, of course, we rotated and they made the little kids stay togather...damnit that would have been easy. So then I get the guy who does martial arts for hours. "I'll go easy on you" he said. He lied. Damnit, this is SPRING BREAK, I'm not supposed to be in "fighting condition"!!!!! So he hits my face like 4 times. Then, instead of getting a little kid, I get the army guy. By this time I'm really tired, and the army guy is really not.
So I'm actually doing pretty well, until he nails me in the THROAT. So there I am, visions of a white tunnel swirling before my eyes, and of course you can't STOP fighting. I had also taken a quick sip of my drink while changing gear. His uppercut showed me why this was a bad idea. Damnit woman, I'm supposed to be GOOD at fighting!!!! So in the end I decided that God didn't give me such a perfect body for no reason and I kicked the beezat--uh army guy's @$$. Bwahahaha.
Then I learned NEVER to laugh at any seeming victory in martial arts. The teacher decides to make us go against the wall and to have our partners randomly punch us non-stop to see how well we blocked when cornered. I wasn't even standing against the wall, more like kneeling there on the brink of life. Anyway, it was at first my turn to punch, so I punched the black belt and nailed him a couple times, fun fun. Then it was MY turn. Well since this kid hits when he's not supposed to, when he IS supposed to, he more than hits. This combined with the fact that I had just splattered him on the wall did not help. I think what happened in the next 3 minutes shall now be erased from my memory forever. Except that now, of course, just like in "50 First Dates", I'm going to wake up every morning and wonder why my body is so mangled.
Then it was thankfully over and we just did our regular 23407893280538237905 abdominal exercices and whatnot. That was ok, I mean, I have abs of steel :). Then I went home and the workers were *thankfully* gone so I could take a normal shower... Well until next time :)...
Anyway, the class began normally enough, until the part where they pair me up with a black belt whose hook punches are a bit...off. It was really interesting how he kept hiting my face instead of the bag. And then, when I tell him to be careful not to hit me he's like "don't worry, I won't" and I said "you ARE" so then he says "oh", hits the bag, and then hits my face. Then he starts saying that he's tired and soon it's my turn to hit the bag. Well he suddenly became the most energetic tired person *I*'ve ever seen. See, to promote a realistic feel, the person holding the bags moves around and *occasionally* puts them up. Nonono, the bags were constantly up and so I endured 20 minutes of contant punching. Well he's a nice guy, so I didn't really mind, after all it was good exercise.
Then some supernatural force decided to make me miserable because suddenly we had to put on our sparring gear. As if the fact that there were only 12 people there wasn't bad enough, the 6 with gear were the black belt, a guy who practices martial arts for hours a day, a guy who was in the army, 2 little kids, and me. I had the pleasure of fighting the first round with the black belt, which was ok, because I figured out his little weakness.
Then, of course, we rotated and they made the little kids stay togather...damnit that would have been easy. So then I get the guy who does martial arts for hours. "I'll go easy on you" he said. He lied. Damnit, this is SPRING BREAK, I'm not supposed to be in "fighting condition"!!!!! So he hits my face like 4 times. Then, instead of getting a little kid, I get the army guy. By this time I'm really tired, and the army guy is really not.
So I'm actually doing pretty well, until he nails me in the THROAT. So there I am, visions of a white tunnel swirling before my eyes, and of course you can't STOP fighting. I had also taken a quick sip of my drink while changing gear. His uppercut showed me why this was a bad idea. Damnit woman, I'm supposed to be GOOD at fighting!!!! So in the end I decided that God didn't give me such a perfect body for no reason and I kicked the beezat--uh army guy's @$$. Bwahahaha.
Then I learned NEVER to laugh at any seeming victory in martial arts. The teacher decides to make us go against the wall and to have our partners randomly punch us non-stop to see how well we blocked when cornered. I wasn't even standing against the wall, more like kneeling there on the brink of life. Anyway, it was at first my turn to punch, so I punched the black belt and nailed him a couple times, fun fun. Then it was MY turn. Well since this kid hits when he's not supposed to, when he IS supposed to, he more than hits. This combined with the fact that I had just splattered him on the wall did not help. I think what happened in the next 3 minutes shall now be erased from my memory forever. Except that now, of course, just like in "50 First Dates", I'm going to wake up every morning and wonder why my body is so mangled.
Then it was thankfully over and we just did our regular 23407893280538237905 abdominal exercices and whatnot. That was ok, I mean, I have abs of steel :). Then I went home and the workers were *thankfully* gone so I could take a normal shower... Well until next time :)...