Friday, August 20, 2010


I figured I owe y'all an update.

You know, on the whole sparring in Tae Kwon Do thing.

Tuesday night I fought a 14 year old. Before you judge me, this kid is a recommended black belt, 6 feet tall, 220 pounds, has a deeper voice than me and a better mustache. I'm telling ya, it's the hormones in the chicken.

We got in the ring, and he started "taking it easy" on me. So I popped him one in the ear hole. That's all he needed. He came at me. Hit me pretty hard, and I smiled at him and said, "There it is!" We fought pretty evenly. It's hard to declare a winner in sparring. I will say this though, at the end of 2 minutes, I'm exhausted.

So last night they put me against this 45 year old spry little ginger kid. When we came to the middle to bump gloves, I remember thinking, "Geez, those things are huge. I hope he can't hit hard."

He can, and he did. I went in big and easy, and he hit me three times before I even knew what was happening. From there, it degraded into a series of blows that wound up getting me punched in the lip on accident. I started bleeding. Strangely enough, I didn't get mad. I got focused. I went back in after him and got him in a clench, then I caught him square on the jaw with a full force blow.

It didn't focus him. He had to take a knee.

Then the 30 second bell rang, and we both thought the match was over. They had to talk us into fighting for 30 more seconds. We danced around a bit, but both of us had seemed to reach a silent agreement to not put anything into the punches. We went mostly body shots. At the end of the fight, I shook his hand, thanked him for making me bleed, and talked about how I wanted to make sure I eventually got gloves like him.

I will say this though.

I like fighting.

I'm going to keep doing it.

Thank you guys for all of your support and the comments I got. It's nice to see that even though I haven't remained extremely loyal to this blog, I still have a faithful few who take time out of their day to let me know how they feel. Tip of the cap to y'all, and I hope you have a GREAT weekend.

I know I will. I'm going to see if The Missus will spar with me.

I'm totally going to kick her ass.


  1. lmbosoo the taste of blood does it for ya huh?? Well hell I woulda tossed you some raw hamburger if I had known that lol.
    I wouldn't suggest going toe to toe with the missus.. You forget we are girls, we have moves that you ain't even heard abou tlol Like the touchme like that one more time and I will cut you off from sex for a month of sundays.. You will become best friends with your hand and the baby oil again and I won't doctor the rash you get from it.. Yeah those kind of moves

  2. Of course you still have loyal followers! :)

  3. I meant to comment on your last post about drumming up the will to mix it up in training... I was going to say, if you want to feel better about throwing some meaningful punches, let yourself get hit.

    I know that's how it worked with me when I was playing hockey in a non-checking league, way back when. I was the gentlemanliest player out there, up until someone hit me or knocked me down. Before I could even think, I'd turn into a Hanson Brother.

    Seems you already found this out for yourself!

  4. Teenagers and Old dudes!


  5. Yeah! Told ya you'd get a taste for it after you'd knocked out an old dude or two.

  6. So, you decided to get back in the ring. That's awesome! Congrats to you for committing to it!

    I may not always comment (it's not you, it's me - I'm a total slacker) but I've been keeping up with you and your quest to get in shape. Seems like you are doing pretty well! I look forward to hearing more abotu your sparring adventures.

  7. I'm jealous of you and your mad skillz! And yes, it had to be skills with a "z" for that one. I'm also really proud of you buddy! Keep it up!

  8. Great sport! Now after you recover from your wife beating your ass, you can spar with the popo. We need practice.

  9. Hey Travis,
    Sounds like you have the sparring bug. It can be a blast when you win but very frustrating when you lose. Keep it up have fun and everything else will fall into place.

    Take care my friend


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