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.
Friday, August 20, 2010
I'm a husband, father, son, brother, and friend. I teach English and Literature to the youth of today. I love Jesus and my mother, and I'll gladly introduce you to both. I love photography and writing. Duke basketball keeps me occupied for half the year, and hating Chapel Hill keeps me busy the other half. As you can tell from the title of my blog, I like stories. I'm a big guy with a big voice, trying desperately to be heard by someone before The Lord takes me home. Let's be best friends.