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.