got my bell rung

I just posted last night about my most recent Krav class. I referred to the class where I got kicked in the head, but now see that I didn’t post about that. I probably wrote some lame tweet about it, and figured that was good enough, since everyone reads my twitter.

Anyway, it had been a coulpe of weeks (Apr 13 - Apr 26) since the Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu fiasco and I was feeling weak for missing another class, so I went in, even though I wasn’t feeling my best.

We learned some really useful defenses like if someone tries to kick you in the groin, or kick you while you’re getting up. We also did kick to the body and kick to the head defense.

this was all great, but what I didn’t know then, and have since learned, is that when you put the gloves and headgear on, things start to get mean.

Sparring is supposed to be fun, and it can be, but nothing is fun about being socked right on the nose 3 or 4 times, and as I learned, a high kick to the side of the head is just downright unpleasant.

I recovered well enough to not take any more really bad shots, except for the end where Paul yells “all out” and my partner flips out and starts dirty boxing me, not really landing much, but DANG! Talk about commitment!

it would be just over a month before I set foot in that gym. I’m not sure how much of it was burnout still from the previous months of hard training, how much was me just being lazy and not doing much besides playing xbox after work, and how much was actual fear of getting kicked again. I think taking that shot, and seeing some birds taught me a lesson. I need to be IN THE FIGHT. This is good advice for fighting life. And I’ve started stretching, in the hope that someday I can return the favor.