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So, on Saturday, I took my final for second degree black belt. My legs feel like JelloTM still. And the ache...it just won't stop. If the building were on fire? And I had to descend the ten flights of stairs? And then run to live? You could just go ahead and cross my name off the survivor list, because I'm so not making it out. I injured my big toe on the left pretty early on, and had to deal with that through the rest of the exam, which made for me not doing as well as I could have or would have liked to. I'm missing a chunk of skin from my right pinky finger, and was bleeding pretty badly from it at the end, but...
I passed though, as did the kiddo. So we managed to get second degree together too. It was a good day.
Someone shoot me now.
Please.
I passed though, as did the kiddo. So we managed to get second degree together too. It was a good day.
Someone shoot me now.
Please.
So, on Saturday, I took my final for second degree black belt. My legs feel like JelloTM still. And the ache...it just won't stop. If the building were on fire? And I had to descend the ten flights of stairs? And then run to live? You could just go ahead and cross my name off the survivor list, because I'm so not making it out. I injured my big toe on the left pretty early on, and had to deal with that through the rest of the exam, which made for me not doing as well as I could have or would have liked to. I'm missing a chunk of skin from my right pinky finger, and was bleeding pretty badly from it at the end, but...
I passed though, as did the kiddo. So we managed to get second degree together too. It was a good day.
Someone shoot me now.
Please.
I passed though, as did the kiddo. So we managed to get second degree together too. It was a good day.
Someone shoot me now.
Please.
So, on Saturday, I took my final for second degree black belt. My legs feel like JelloTM still. And the ache...it just won't stop. If the building were on fire? And I had to descend the ten flights of stairs? And then run to live? You could just go ahead and cross my name off the survivor list, because I'm so not making it out. I injured my big toe on the left pretty early on, and had to deal with that through the rest of the exam, which made for me not doing as well as I could have or would have liked to. I'm missing a chunk of skin from my right pinky finger, and was bleeding pretty badly from it at the end, but...
I passed though, as did the kiddo. So we managed to get second degree together too. It was a good day.
Someone shoot me now.
Please.
I passed though, as did the kiddo. So we managed to get second degree together too. It was a good day.
Someone shoot me now.
Please.
On Saturday, I have my final test for second degree. I hope I pass. I was making stupid mistakes in my forms on Saturday during class. Little things like a closed fist instead of an open hand on a block or strike here and there. Hopefully, this coming Saturday will be better.
On another random topic, Newsweek was annoying me yesterday. We got a free *mumble* month subscription for some reason I can't remember, and this week's issue has an article on how Obama is a huge pussy for not pushing for more gun control.
The article starts off with a story about a recent incident in Pittsburgh where some guy shot some cops with his AK-47 and how the assault weapons ban would have prevented this. Now, I've never met a gun that WASN'T an assault weapon. A gun is a weapon. Period. That's the whole fucking POINT. All guns operate on the same principle and in the same fashion. The only differences are caliber, barrel length, and action. Even leaving all that aside, a fully automatic AK-47 is ALREADY NOT FUCKING LEGAL without the appropriate FFL, which this person did not have. The ban on Scary Looking Guns (which is what this article was primarily focusing on) wouldn't have made one fucking bit of difference in this instance.
Dear Left Wing Idiot Reporters:
Please, just fucking stop. You only make yourself look stupid to people who actually have a clue, and the rest are so numb to fear mongering thanks to the last eight years that this will no longer have much impact on driving them into a frenzy.
This is one of those areas where I hate being associated with the left leaning side of the political spectrum. Fear politics are just as fucking repugnant from the left as they are from the right, and the lefties have been pushing this particular button for decades.
On another random topic, Newsweek was annoying me yesterday. We got a free *mumble* month subscription for some reason I can't remember, and this week's issue has an article on how Obama is a huge pussy for not pushing for more gun control.
The article starts off with a story about a recent incident in Pittsburgh where some guy shot some cops with his AK-47 and how the assault weapons ban would have prevented this. Now, I've never met a gun that WASN'T an assault weapon. A gun is a weapon. Period. That's the whole fucking POINT. All guns operate on the same principle and in the same fashion. The only differences are caliber, barrel length, and action. Even leaving all that aside, a fully automatic AK-47 is ALREADY NOT FUCKING LEGAL without the appropriate FFL, which this person did not have. The ban on Scary Looking Guns (which is what this article was primarily focusing on) wouldn't have made one fucking bit of difference in this instance.
Dear Left Wing Idiot Reporters:
Please, just fucking stop. You only make yourself look stupid to people who actually have a clue, and the rest are so numb to fear mongering thanks to the last eight years that this will no longer have much impact on driving them into a frenzy.
This is one of those areas where I hate being associated with the left leaning side of the political spectrum. Fear politics are just as fucking repugnant from the left as they are from the right, and the lefties have been pushing this particular button for decades.
On Saturday, I have my final test for second degree. I hope I pass. I was making stupid mistakes in my forms on Saturday during class. Little things like a closed fist instead of an open hand on a block or strike here and there. Hopefully, this coming Saturday will be better.
On another random topic, Newsweek was annoying me yesterday. We got a free *mumble* month subscription for some reason I can't remember, and this week's issue has an article on how Obama is a huge pussy for not pushing for more gun control.
The article starts off with a story about a recent incident in Pittsburgh where some guy shot some cops with his AK-47 and how the assault weapons ban would have prevented this. Now, I've never met a gun that WASN'T an assault weapon. A gun is a weapon. Period. That's the whole fucking POINT. All guns operate on the same principle and in the same fashion. The only differences are caliber, barrel length, and action. Even leaving all that aside, a fully automatic AK-47 is ALREADY NOT FUCKING LEGAL without the appropriate FFL, which this person did not have. The ban on Scary Looking Guns (which is what this article was primarily focusing on) wouldn't have made one fucking bit of difference in this instance.
Dear Left Wing Idiot Reporters:
Please, just fucking stop. You only make yourself look stupid to people who actually have a clue, and the rest are so numb to fear mongering thanks to the last eight years that this will no longer have much impact on driving them into a frenzy.
This is one of those areas where I hate being associated with the left leaning side of the political spectrum. Fear politics are just as fucking repugnant from the left as they are from the right, and the lefties have been pushing this particular button for decades.
On another random topic, Newsweek was annoying me yesterday. We got a free *mumble* month subscription for some reason I can't remember, and this week's issue has an article on how Obama is a huge pussy for not pushing for more gun control.
The article starts off with a story about a recent incident in Pittsburgh where some guy shot some cops with his AK-47 and how the assault weapons ban would have prevented this. Now, I've never met a gun that WASN'T an assault weapon. A gun is a weapon. Period. That's the whole fucking POINT. All guns operate on the same principle and in the same fashion. The only differences are caliber, barrel length, and action. Even leaving all that aside, a fully automatic AK-47 is ALREADY NOT FUCKING LEGAL without the appropriate FFL, which this person did not have. The ban on Scary Looking Guns (which is what this article was primarily focusing on) wouldn't have made one fucking bit of difference in this instance.
Dear Left Wing Idiot Reporters:
Please, just fucking stop. You only make yourself look stupid to people who actually have a clue, and the rest are so numb to fear mongering thanks to the last eight years that this will no longer have much impact on driving them into a frenzy.
This is one of those areas where I hate being associated with the left leaning side of the political spectrum. Fear politics are just as fucking repugnant from the left as they are from the right, and the lefties have been pushing this particular button for decades.
On Saturday, I have my final test for second degree. I hope I pass. I was making stupid mistakes in my forms on Saturday during class. Little things like a closed fist instead of an open hand on a block or strike here and there. Hopefully, this coming Saturday will be better.
On another random topic, Newsweek was annoying me yesterday. We got a free *mumble* month subscription for some reason I can't remember, and this week's issue has an article on how Obama is a huge pussy for not pushing for more gun control.
The article starts off with a story about a recent incident in Pittsburgh where some guy shot some cops with his AK-47 and how the assault weapons ban would have prevented this. Now, I've never met a gun that WASN'T an assault weapon. A gun is a weapon. Period. That's the whole fucking POINT. All guns operate on the same principle and in the same fashion. The only differences are caliber, barrel length, and action. Even leaving all that aside, a fully automatic AK-47 is ALREADY NOT FUCKING LEGAL without the appropriate FFL, which this person did not have. The ban on Scary Looking Guns (which is what this article was primarily focusing on) wouldn't have made one fucking bit of difference in this instance.
Dear Left Wing Idiot Reporters:
Please, just fucking stop. You only make yourself look stupid to people who actually have a clue, and the rest are so numb to fear mongering thanks to the last eight years that this will no longer have much impact on driving them into a frenzy.
This is one of those areas where I hate being associated with the left leaning side of the political spectrum. Fear politics are just as fucking repugnant from the left as they are from the right, and the lefties have been pushing this particular button for decades.
On another random topic, Newsweek was annoying me yesterday. We got a free *mumble* month subscription for some reason I can't remember, and this week's issue has an article on how Obama is a huge pussy for not pushing for more gun control.
The article starts off with a story about a recent incident in Pittsburgh where some guy shot some cops with his AK-47 and how the assault weapons ban would have prevented this. Now, I've never met a gun that WASN'T an assault weapon. A gun is a weapon. Period. That's the whole fucking POINT. All guns operate on the same principle and in the same fashion. The only differences are caliber, barrel length, and action. Even leaving all that aside, a fully automatic AK-47 is ALREADY NOT FUCKING LEGAL without the appropriate FFL, which this person did not have. The ban on Scary Looking Guns (which is what this article was primarily focusing on) wouldn't have made one fucking bit of difference in this instance.
Dear Left Wing Idiot Reporters:
Please, just fucking stop. You only make yourself look stupid to people who actually have a clue, and the rest are so numb to fear mongering thanks to the last eight years that this will no longer have much impact on driving them into a frenzy.
This is one of those areas where I hate being associated with the left leaning side of the political spectrum. Fear politics are just as fucking repugnant from the left as they are from the right, and the lefties have been pushing this particular button for decades.
So, on Saturday, I had the pretest for second degree. I did okay.
There are some areas where I'm not perfect, but they won't cause me to fail the final. One of the more glaring is my stances. Low open stance (aka horse riding stance) and its derivatives are always going to be problematic for me. Putting myself in the proper stance hurts, thanks to those pesky hip joint problems. Getting that low just grinds my hips, and if you haven't had the pleasure of feeling your bones grinding against each other, be very thankful.
Didn't have any problems remembering any of my forms or combinations, but I did manage to mess one up in a minor fashion...closed fist instead of open on one spot in the middle of one, but I did it right the other three times during the same form, so I don't know what was going on with that. It kind of threw me off for a second, but I recovered and moved on.
The part that was the most surprising was sparring. We did five rounds of one on one free sparring, each time with a different partner. There are no winners or losers; both opponents must not let the other overwhelm them. It's a simple demonstration that you are competent to defend yourself. Two on one is where I surprised everyone, including myself (for second degree, we must defend against two, for third, three, etc.). In class, two on one is usually brutal and hard for me. Of course, in class, I'm usually paired with two other black belts, all of which are half a foot taller than I am for the most part (every now and then, one of the two is only four inches taller than I am, yay, but usually they start at 6'1" and only get taller from there). I was paired against two first degree candidates who are about my height. Apparently, I'm pretty good at this after all when I'm not trying to defend against two equally trained partners who also have a considerable reach advantage. I only recall getting hit once with any real impact during the whole thing, and even the glancing blows were pretty few and far between. Side kicks are your friend. Properly done, my 5'7" 170lb. self can stop a 6'1" 260lb attacker dead in his tracks, if not managing to move him backwards. Have to be careful though...they also destroy rib cages if you're not, and we're friends and fellow students, so breaking them isn't on the list of things we're actually trying to do. But during two on one, they're the easiest way to disrupt one of your opponents while you move around to keep the second behind the one you just kicked.
There are some areas where I'm not perfect, but they won't cause me to fail the final. One of the more glaring is my stances. Low open stance (aka horse riding stance) and its derivatives are always going to be problematic for me. Putting myself in the proper stance hurts, thanks to those pesky hip joint problems. Getting that low just grinds my hips, and if you haven't had the pleasure of feeling your bones grinding against each other, be very thankful.
Didn't have any problems remembering any of my forms or combinations, but I did manage to mess one up in a minor fashion...closed fist instead of open on one spot in the middle of one, but I did it right the other three times during the same form, so I don't know what was going on with that. It kind of threw me off for a second, but I recovered and moved on.
The part that was the most surprising was sparring. We did five rounds of one on one free sparring, each time with a different partner. There are no winners or losers; both opponents must not let the other overwhelm them. It's a simple demonstration that you are competent to defend yourself. Two on one is where I surprised everyone, including myself (for second degree, we must defend against two, for third, three, etc.). In class, two on one is usually brutal and hard for me. Of course, in class, I'm usually paired with two other black belts, all of which are half a foot taller than I am for the most part (every now and then, one of the two is only four inches taller than I am, yay, but usually they start at 6'1" and only get taller from there). I was paired against two first degree candidates who are about my height. Apparently, I'm pretty good at this after all when I'm not trying to defend against two equally trained partners who also have a considerable reach advantage. I only recall getting hit once with any real impact during the whole thing, and even the glancing blows were pretty few and far between. Side kicks are your friend. Properly done, my 5'7" 170lb. self can stop a 6'1" 260lb attacker dead in his tracks, if not managing to move him backwards. Have to be careful though...they also destroy rib cages if you're not, and we're friends and fellow students, so breaking them isn't on the list of things we're actually trying to do. But during two on one, they're the easiest way to disrupt one of your opponents while you move around to keep the second behind the one you just kicked.
So, on Saturday, I had the pretest for second degree. I did okay.
There are some areas where I'm not perfect, but they won't cause me to fail the final. One of the more glaring is my stances. Low open stance (aka horse riding stance) and its derivatives are always going to be problematic for me. Putting myself in the proper stance hurts, thanks to those pesky hip joint problems. Getting that low just grinds my hips, and if you haven't had the pleasure of feeling your bones grinding against each other, be very thankful.
Didn't have any problems remembering any of my forms or combinations, but I did manage to mess one up in a minor fashion...closed fist instead of open on one spot in the middle of one, but I did it right the other three times during the same form, so I don't know what was going on with that. It kind of threw me off for a second, but I recovered and moved on.
The part that was the most surprising was sparring. We did five rounds of one on one free sparring, each time with a different partner. There are no winners or losers; both opponents must not let the other overwhelm them. It's a simple demonstration that you are competent to defend yourself. Two on one is where I surprised everyone, including myself (for second degree, we must defend against two, for third, three, etc.). In class, two on one is usually brutal and hard for me. Of course, in class, I'm usually paired with two other black belts, all of which are half a foot taller than I am for the most part (every now and then, one of the two is only four inches taller than I am, yay, but usually they start at 6'1" and only get taller from there). I was paired against two first degree candidates who are about my height. Apparently, I'm pretty good at this after all when I'm not trying to defend against two equally trained partners who also have a considerable reach advantage. I only recall getting hit once with any real impact during the whole thing, and even the glancing blows were pretty few and far between. Side kicks are your friend. Properly done, my 5'7" 170lb. self can stop a 6'1" 260lb attacker dead in his tracks, if not managing to move him backwards. Have to be careful though...they also destroy rib cages if you're not, and we're friends and fellow students, so breaking them isn't on the list of things we're actually trying to do. But during two on one, they're the easiest way to disrupt one of your opponents while you move around to keep the second behind the one you just kicked.
There are some areas where I'm not perfect, but they won't cause me to fail the final. One of the more glaring is my stances. Low open stance (aka horse riding stance) and its derivatives are always going to be problematic for me. Putting myself in the proper stance hurts, thanks to those pesky hip joint problems. Getting that low just grinds my hips, and if you haven't had the pleasure of feeling your bones grinding against each other, be very thankful.
Didn't have any problems remembering any of my forms or combinations, but I did manage to mess one up in a minor fashion...closed fist instead of open on one spot in the middle of one, but I did it right the other three times during the same form, so I don't know what was going on with that. It kind of threw me off for a second, but I recovered and moved on.
The part that was the most surprising was sparring. We did five rounds of one on one free sparring, each time with a different partner. There are no winners or losers; both opponents must not let the other overwhelm them. It's a simple demonstration that you are competent to defend yourself. Two on one is where I surprised everyone, including myself (for second degree, we must defend against two, for third, three, etc.). In class, two on one is usually brutal and hard for me. Of course, in class, I'm usually paired with two other black belts, all of which are half a foot taller than I am for the most part (every now and then, one of the two is only four inches taller than I am, yay, but usually they start at 6'1" and only get taller from there). I was paired against two first degree candidates who are about my height. Apparently, I'm pretty good at this after all when I'm not trying to defend against two equally trained partners who also have a considerable reach advantage. I only recall getting hit once with any real impact during the whole thing, and even the glancing blows were pretty few and far between. Side kicks are your friend. Properly done, my 5'7" 170lb. self can stop a 6'1" 260lb attacker dead in his tracks, if not managing to move him backwards. Have to be careful though...they also destroy rib cages if you're not, and we're friends and fellow students, so breaking them isn't on the list of things we're actually trying to do. But during two on one, they're the easiest way to disrupt one of your opponents while you move around to keep the second behind the one you just kicked.
So, on Saturday, I had the pretest for second degree. I did okay.
There are some areas where I'm not perfect, but they won't cause me to fail the final. One of the more glaring is my stances. Low open stance (aka horse riding stance) and its derivatives are always going to be problematic for me. Putting myself in the proper stance hurts, thanks to those pesky hip joint problems. Getting that low just grinds my hips, and if you haven't had the pleasure of feeling your bones grinding against each other, be very thankful.
Didn't have any problems remembering any of my forms or combinations, but I did manage to mess one up in a minor fashion...closed fist instead of open on one spot in the middle of one, but I did it right the other three times during the same form, so I don't know what was going on with that. It kind of threw me off for a second, but I recovered and moved on.
The part that was the most surprising was sparring. We did five rounds of one on one free sparring, each time with a different partner. There are no winners or losers; both opponents must not let the other overwhelm them. It's a simple demonstration that you are competent to defend yourself. Two on one is where I surprised everyone, including myself (for second degree, we must defend against two, for third, three, etc.). In class, two on one is usually brutal and hard for me. Of course, in class, I'm usually paired with two other black belts, all of which are half a foot taller than I am for the most part (every now and then, one of the two is only four inches taller than I am, yay, but usually they start at 6'1" and only get taller from there). I was paired against two first degree candidates who are about my height. Apparently, I'm pretty good at this after all when I'm not trying to defend against two equally trained partners who also have a considerable reach advantage. I only recall getting hit once with any real impact during the whole thing, and even the glancing blows were pretty few and far between. Side kicks are your friend. Properly done, my 5'7" 170lb. self can stop a 6'1" 260lb attacker dead in his tracks, if not managing to move him backwards. Have to be careful though...they also destroy rib cages if you're not, and we're friends and fellow students, so breaking them isn't on the list of things we're actually trying to do. But during two on one, they're the easiest way to disrupt one of your opponents while you move around to keep the second behind the one you just kicked.
There are some areas where I'm not perfect, but they won't cause me to fail the final. One of the more glaring is my stances. Low open stance (aka horse riding stance) and its derivatives are always going to be problematic for me. Putting myself in the proper stance hurts, thanks to those pesky hip joint problems. Getting that low just grinds my hips, and if you haven't had the pleasure of feeling your bones grinding against each other, be very thankful.
Didn't have any problems remembering any of my forms or combinations, but I did manage to mess one up in a minor fashion...closed fist instead of open on one spot in the middle of one, but I did it right the other three times during the same form, so I don't know what was going on with that. It kind of threw me off for a second, but I recovered and moved on.
The part that was the most surprising was sparring. We did five rounds of one on one free sparring, each time with a different partner. There are no winners or losers; both opponents must not let the other overwhelm them. It's a simple demonstration that you are competent to defend yourself. Two on one is where I surprised everyone, including myself (for second degree, we must defend against two, for third, three, etc.). In class, two on one is usually brutal and hard for me. Of course, in class, I'm usually paired with two other black belts, all of which are half a foot taller than I am for the most part (every now and then, one of the two is only four inches taller than I am, yay, but usually they start at 6'1" and only get taller from there). I was paired against two first degree candidates who are about my height. Apparently, I'm pretty good at this after all when I'm not trying to defend against two equally trained partners who also have a considerable reach advantage. I only recall getting hit once with any real impact during the whole thing, and even the glancing blows were pretty few and far between. Side kicks are your friend. Properly done, my 5'7" 170lb. self can stop a 6'1" 260lb attacker dead in his tracks, if not managing to move him backwards. Have to be careful though...they also destroy rib cages if you're not, and we're friends and fellow students, so breaking them isn't on the list of things we're actually trying to do. But during two on one, they're the easiest way to disrupt one of your opponents while you move around to keep the second behind the one you just kicked.
And Fridays are supposed to be cool and all that, but my hip joints are screaming and now my head feels like it's being stabbed.
There's nothing for it but to wait for the ibuprofen to kick in.
Oh, and it's cold again. On the first day of Spring no less.
I don't have time for this. I have things to do and I have the pre test for second degree tomorrow afternoon.
Oh, and I'm tired. Daylight Saving Time can kiss my ass.
There's nothing for it but to wait for the ibuprofen to kick in.
Oh, and it's cold again. On the first day of Spring no less.
I don't have time for this. I have things to do and I have the pre test for second degree tomorrow afternoon.
Oh, and I'm tired. Daylight Saving Time can kiss my ass.
And Fridays are supposed to be cool and all that, but my hip joints are screaming and now my head feels like it's being stabbed.
There's nothing for it but to wait for the ibuprofen to kick in.
Oh, and it's cold again. On the first day of Spring no less.
I don't have time for this. I have things to do and I have the pre test for second degree tomorrow afternoon.
Oh, and I'm tired. Daylight Saving Time can kiss my ass.
There's nothing for it but to wait for the ibuprofen to kick in.
Oh, and it's cold again. On the first day of Spring no less.
I don't have time for this. I have things to do and I have the pre test for second degree tomorrow afternoon.
Oh, and I'm tired. Daylight Saving Time can kiss my ass.
And Fridays are supposed to be cool and all that, but my hip joints are screaming and now my head feels like it's being stabbed.
There's nothing for it but to wait for the ibuprofen to kick in.
Oh, and it's cold again. On the first day of Spring no less.
I don't have time for this. I have things to do and I have the pre test for second degree tomorrow afternoon.
Oh, and I'm tired. Daylight Saving Time can kiss my ass.
There's nothing for it but to wait for the ibuprofen to kick in.
Oh, and it's cold again. On the first day of Spring no less.
I don't have time for this. I have things to do and I have the pre test for second degree tomorrow afternoon.
Oh, and I'm tired. Daylight Saving Time can kiss my ass.
We hates it.
It's been a week and a half now, and I'm still not over this crud. It's really starting to irritate me.
Go.
Away.
I really want to take class, but I'm pretty sure trying to spar like this would be a really bad idea.
In other news, it's supposed to be just a tad over 70F out there today. I may drive home with the top down.
I need to wash my car. It still has white crap all over from the snow the week before last.
Welcome to VA...don't like the weather? Just wait a few minutes.
It's been a week and a half now, and I'm still not over this crud. It's really starting to irritate me.
Go.
Away.
I really want to take class, but I'm pretty sure trying to spar like this would be a really bad idea.
In other news, it's supposed to be just a tad over 70F out there today. I may drive home with the top down.
I need to wash my car. It still has white crap all over from the snow the week before last.
Welcome to VA...don't like the weather? Just wait a few minutes.
We hates it.
It's been a week and a half now, and I'm still not over this crud. It's really starting to irritate me.
Go.
Away.
I really want to take class, but I'm pretty sure trying to spar like this would be a really bad idea.
In other news, it's supposed to be just a tad over 70F out there today. I may drive home with the top down.
I need to wash my car. It still has white crap all over from the snow the week before last.
Welcome to VA...don't like the weather? Just wait a few minutes.
It's been a week and a half now, and I'm still not over this crud. It's really starting to irritate me.
Go.
Away.
I really want to take class, but I'm pretty sure trying to spar like this would be a really bad idea.
In other news, it's supposed to be just a tad over 70F out there today. I may drive home with the top down.
I need to wash my car. It still has white crap all over from the snow the week before last.
Welcome to VA...don't like the weather? Just wait a few minutes.
We hates it.
It's been a week and a half now, and I'm still not over this crud. It's really starting to irritate me.
Go.
Away.
I really want to take class, but I'm pretty sure trying to spar like this would be a really bad idea.
In other news, it's supposed to be just a tad over 70F out there today. I may drive home with the top down.
I need to wash my car. It still has white crap all over from the snow the week before last.
Welcome to VA...don't like the weather? Just wait a few minutes.
It's been a week and a half now, and I'm still not over this crud. It's really starting to irritate me.
Go.
Away.
I really want to take class, but I'm pretty sure trying to spar like this would be a really bad idea.
In other news, it's supposed to be just a tad over 70F out there today. I may drive home with the top down.
I need to wash my car. It still has white crap all over from the snow the week before last.
Welcome to VA...don't like the weather? Just wait a few minutes.
I tried a new break last night.
It went poorly. It's the first time I haven't easily broken a board in a very long time. Not only did I not break the board, I have a swollen wrist and a nice impact cut to show for it. I attempted to do a ridge hand through a board in free fall (speed break), and managed to drop the board at about twenty degrees off angle from where I needed it. Despite that, I was moving so fast that I still managed to make contact with the blade of my hand...but no longer fast enough to break, so I bruised from the side of my pointer finger all the way to the base of my thumb. It was my own fault...I didn't do a practice drop, or I would have known that I was holding the board slightly off angle from where I needed it to be.
Note to self: speed breaks require EXACT precision; anything less is a recipe for disaster.
It went poorly. It's the first time I haven't easily broken a board in a very long time. Not only did I not break the board, I have a swollen wrist and a nice impact cut to show for it. I attempted to do a ridge hand through a board in free fall (speed break), and managed to drop the board at about twenty degrees off angle from where I needed it. Despite that, I was moving so fast that I still managed to make contact with the blade of my hand...but no longer fast enough to break, so I bruised from the side of my pointer finger all the way to the base of my thumb. It was my own fault...I didn't do a practice drop, or I would have known that I was holding the board slightly off angle from where I needed it to be.
Note to self: speed breaks require EXACT precision; anything less is a recipe for disaster.
I tried a new break last night.
It went poorly. It's the first time I haven't easily broken a board in a very long time. Not only did I not break the board, I have a swollen wrist and a nice impact cut to show for it. I attempted to do a ridge hand through a board in free fall (speed break), and managed to drop the board at about twenty degrees off angle from where I needed it. Despite that, I was moving so fast that I still managed to make contact with the blade of my hand...but no longer fast enough to break, so I bruised from the side of my pointer finger all the way to the base of my thumb. It was my own fault...I didn't do a practice drop, or I would have known that I was holding the board slightly off angle from where I needed it to be.
Note to self: speed breaks require EXACT precision; anything less is a recipe for disaster.
It went poorly. It's the first time I haven't easily broken a board in a very long time. Not only did I not break the board, I have a swollen wrist and a nice impact cut to show for it. I attempted to do a ridge hand through a board in free fall (speed break), and managed to drop the board at about twenty degrees off angle from where I needed it. Despite that, I was moving so fast that I still managed to make contact with the blade of my hand...but no longer fast enough to break, so I bruised from the side of my pointer finger all the way to the base of my thumb. It was my own fault...I didn't do a practice drop, or I would have known that I was holding the board slightly off angle from where I needed it to be.
Note to self: speed breaks require EXACT precision; anything less is a recipe for disaster.
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