Last night, I finally got punched in the face, thank Zoroaster. Training can now begin in earnest.
Lemme back up a few months. Last November, both my sons started Tae Kwon Doe classes at Zandri's Martial Arts in Brookfield, CT. They have a deal that if 2 family members are students, everyone else is free, and they had an MMA class meeting twice a week at 815pm, which I could fit into my schedule.
So I started going twice a week. Its been hard training for me and great fun. Its not a class for aspiring cage fighters, but we cover aspects of Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, Muy Thai, boxing, etc. (This reminds me that I should post about my Fitness Revolution at some point.)
As befits a nearly-40 year old guy with limited background in striking martial arts, I am a little timid about being hit, especially in the face. I knew that nobody there was really trying to hurt me, but I had some kind of psychological barrier that I've had trouble overcoming. I think you have to be willing to take a punch in order to wade in and land one.
So last night, after the usual warmup -- running, pushups, burpees, crunches, etc. we pair up and do some no contact sparring. I'm not sure exactly how it happened, but I moved forward throwing a jab and took my partners fist into my nose and eyebrow ridge. Smack! Ow!
It was hard enough to bleed a fair amount, but not so hard that I had to sit out for long. And LO -- my life did not end. It sucked, but not unbearably so. Maybe now, I won't be so chicken about closing in when we practice standup. When I came out of the bathroom after cleaning up the blood, I said thanks!
And later that night, when I threw a kimora on his right arm, I let go right away when he tapped. I'm not one to hold a grudge -- especially when someone does me a favor.