Tomorrow, I spar.  Second time back since the foot incident.  The first time was less than spectacular - I was slow, I didn't move far enough, I didn't hit or kick all the way through.  In those few minutes of tunneled vision, short breaths, and panicked pulse I remember the cool I had in jiu jitsu.  There were nerves, yes, and there was that... ( Read more... )

I guess if I had to choose a foot to break, it would have been the right one anyways. My left one has always been a bit of a mess since I tore some ligaments two years ago, and I guess I've always been waiting for it to even itself back out and be better at balancing again ( Read more... )