Carl / Leslie
there's this big guy in my aikido class, hmm let's call him Carl. Carl seems to be one of those big fellows, with a big heart. He would be the guy that would start yelling the Kyaa, or the first guy who would run up and spar. Well upon arriving, most of the students were waiting around, so i walked up to the benches and sat next to Carl.
"Hey, you would fit in that small spot" Carl said.
"Ha, yeah i guess"
Then we talked about the homework assignment about Anger, if we think it's either good or bad, do we deny it?, etc. etc.
Funny to say, i had a comfortable conversation with this guy.
After i put on my gi and everything, i decided to do some lunges. (Lunges are fuckin sick.)
As i was lunging around the room, i heard a familiar voice saying, "Psh, i'm sure that's easy for you to do. I wish my legs could ever do that."
After the warm-ups, everybody has to choose our sparring partner. Usually i don't really care who i partnered up with. (My previous ones were fun, they all take it seriously. I enjoyed sparring with them.) She chose me. She would be the type that would be your secretary, brunette, white, kind of pretty woman girl. Let's call her Leslie. Leslie feels and seems weak. So I tried to make her toughen up a little, by giving her my jokingly smile, laughs, and being really tough.
The last technique we learn, i finally got her to pop.
(i guess i grabbed her too hard, maybe thats why she got so mad)
Fragile Leslie finally grabbed both of my wrists like if she wanted to squeeze some lemons. I was amazed, how hard she grabbed me. Hahaha
Luckily, the technique is a guarantee my hands are free!
when class ended, let's just say the benches occupying the Yoga class, it's teacher came out and told me to be quiet after I said "Bushes and Spandex".
"Hey, you would fit in that small spot" Carl said.
"Ha, yeah i guess"
Then we talked about the homework assignment about Anger, if we think it's either good or bad, do we deny it?, etc. etc.
Funny to say, i had a comfortable conversation with this guy.
After i put on my gi and everything, i decided to do some lunges. (Lunges are fuckin sick.)
As i was lunging around the room, i heard a familiar voice saying, "Psh, i'm sure that's easy for you to do. I wish my legs could ever do that."
After the warm-ups, everybody has to choose our sparring partner. Usually i don't really care who i partnered up with. (My previous ones were fun, they all take it seriously. I enjoyed sparring with them.) She chose me. She would be the type that would be your secretary, brunette, white, kind of pretty woman girl. Let's call her Leslie. Leslie feels and seems weak. So I tried to make her toughen up a little, by giving her my jokingly smile, laughs, and being really tough.
The last technique we learn, i finally got her to pop.
(i guess i grabbed her too hard, maybe thats why she got so mad)
Fragile Leslie finally grabbed both of my wrists like if she wanted to squeeze some lemons. I was amazed, how hard she grabbed me. Hahaha
Luckily, the technique is a guarantee my hands are free!
when class ended, let's just say the benches occupying the Yoga class, it's teacher came out and told me to be quiet after I said "Bushes and Spandex".