Ouch

Sparring night tonight. Ouch. Standard experience with the “full contact” suit. That was fun. Then I got to go a few rounds with:

(a) Allison: Maybe 14 years old. Weighs maybe 90lbs. Feisty, but not dangerous. Great attitude toward attacking someone twice her size. Watch out for the roundhouse kicks to the head. They come out of nowhere.

(b) Joey: Maybe 19 years old. Weighs maybe 145. Third degree black belt. Wiry, strong and fast. Aggressive. Bruises cover my body and I’m left trembling with exhaustion from blocking. Little bastard punched me square in the bicep. Also kicked me in the calf, resulting in a hell of a charlie horse. Still, I gave as good as I got, I think.

I love this hobby. I’m going to go take an asprin now.