so little joy some little joy
so little time, some little time, so frustrated. some little joy, so little joy, it's complicated. so little time, some little time, to work it on out. so little joy, some little joy, it's complicated. i feel i'm stumbling in the dark, somnambulated. i feel my heart's again, the sparks, i'm praying for love, praying for love. some little joy, some little joy, it's complicated. some little time, some little time, my heart's been faded. some little hope, some little hope, and i pray again for love, so hoping enough. simply being loved ... is more than enough.ah man, today has been a strange day to say the least. the weekend was my resting time and today resumes my training. i sparred with steve and the result was a bruises on my legs and ego and the drive to become better from knowing that i still have much to learn. i can't walk too well because of it too. we ate a little and chatted. afterwards i went to the gym for my routine weightlifting and i couldn't help but feel a little bad because i got owned so much earlier today but it was all unfounded, just gotta keep up with it and make sure i work hard.during class i got my drive back. the pain in my legs went away as i concentrated more and more on training and those trivial issues just disappeared from the back of my mind. there was a new kid in the class today, his friends had brought him and being that it was his first class, he needed help. i never made an effort to help his snotty-nosed friends because i'm an asshole like that, so sue me. my teachers had me teach him the basic forms and boxing maneuvers. they thought i was proficient enough to at least do those simple things without a problem. hell, i taught several other people the same stuff without a hitch, what could possibly happen?
well, the more you repetitively do something the more you're prone to small mistakes, sometimes important mistakes. i went over the combinations with the kid but i was getting sloppy and i was doing it faster than he could absorb and i paid the price when he accidently punched me in the face instead of the intended target, the focus pad in my right hand about three inches away. luckily he punched like a sissy, haha, i'm jk if you're reading this. but it was ok, no harm done. we just went on and no less than five minutes later, a dude wearing sneakers wasn't looking back as he kept backing up towards my back stepped on my bare right foot. yep, that kinda stuff only happens to me.we ended the class normally and i just stood around and chatted with a dude in my class. nice guy, my training partner the first day, i never punched him in the face. talked about a lot of issues from our training to sars and his brother in china(he's caucasian btw). class was over and it was time to eat the huge bowl of rice waiting for me at home for dinner. then i noticed that my leg has been hurting all day and the pain came back.
well, the more you repetitively do something the more you're prone to small mistakes, sometimes important mistakes. i went over the combinations with the kid but i was getting sloppy and i was doing it faster than he could absorb and i paid the price when he accidently punched me in the face instead of the intended target, the focus pad in my right hand about three inches away. luckily he punched like a sissy, haha, i'm jk if you're reading this. but it was ok, no harm done. we just went on and no less than five minutes later, a dude wearing sneakers wasn't looking back as he kept backing up towards my back stepped on my bare right foot. yep, that kinda stuff only happens to me.we ended the class normally and i just stood around and chatted with a dude in my class. nice guy, my training partner the first day, i never punched him in the face. talked about a lot of issues from our training to sars and his brother in china(he's caucasian btw). class was over and it was time to eat the huge bowl of rice waiting for me at home for dinner. then i noticed that my leg has been hurting all day and the pain came back.