I'm still training. It's been a busy couple of weeks.
Whew.
But I'm still getting into class a couple days each week. My daughter and son were in class yesterday.
The kids class is just before the adults class, and I'm very proud of both of them.
My son busted butt during warmups.
Rick was running the class and had them doing a pretty brutal circuit that involved ropes, burpees, medicine balls and lots of squats.
I felt sorry for them.After changing into my gi, I walked in just as the kids class was winding down.
Several of the guys from my class had been recruited to help the kids with some technique and sparring.
Ian was telling a story about his sparring with my daughter that had us all laughing.
I wish I could do the story justice because it was about the funniest story I've heard in a long time.
Suffice to say, it involved my daughter giving him the stink-eye "as if I had personally offended her," jumping on his back like the rabbit from Monty Python's Holy Grail, sinking her hooks in, cross facing him and locking down a rear naked choke.
Now, bear in mind that my daughter weighs about 55lbs.
It was hilarious.
She's a real tiger.
Ian said, "The worst part is that I didn't want to tap!" On a different note, today, I'm nursing a sore nose. Last night, I was sparring with Josh and took a knee right on the bridge of my nose. It was really high up and I was seeing stars for about a minute afterward. The good news is that it caught me high enough up that I didn't gush a lot of blood out of my nose. The bad news is that the blood was all going back down my throat. Yuck!All I could think of is Ralph Wiggums saying, "My doctor said I wouldn't have so many nosebleeds if I could just keep my finger out of there!" I got the bleeding under control and ended up doing 3 or so more matches. But then I started thinking about it and my brain got the best of me. What if it's broken? Oh crap. What if I have to go to work and teach a class of 1400 students with two black eyes? I didn't think it was broken... but my brain didn't let that go. So, I began to stress... because that's what I do.Fortunately, it's all good today. It's not broken (although my wife insists that it's crooked now), and my eyes don't seem to be dark at all.-----
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