Sparring

Sep. 27th, 2010 10:11 pm
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I got there in street clothes due to an appointment right before. I opened my bag and couldn't find my sports bra. WTF? I HATE fighting without it.

My goal was to get through the entire class without quitting.

I got punched in the head REALLY HARD. Straight in the face. By a sixteen year old brown belt six inches taller and fifty pounds heavier than me. Classic. Not his fault, really. I'm a little hazy about what happened, but it was an accident of bad timing, I think. He wasn't out of control; I just stepped in at the exact wrong moment while attempting a blitz (I think?) It rocked my head back. I yelled and stopped the fight and pulled off the helmet and gasped, starting to cry. But within thirty seconds, I had my helmet back on and stepped back into the ring and finished the fight, at full capacity.

I won several fights and got third place for the night (out of maybe nine fighters?)

My belt fell off, so I draped it over the bar...and forgot about it when I left.

Got home and discovered my sports bra wasn't on the bed. So where was it? When I discovered my belt was missing, too, I growled and stomped around alot and snarled and then drove back to the school. There was my sports bra...in the parking lot. Yes, someone had driven over it. Found my belt inside the school.

My jaw and my chin hurt, hurt, hurt. I have a headache.

Going to take a shower.

I got through the entire class, without hyperventilating.

But I do Not. Like. Sparring.

Edited to add: Oh my god, this hurts. My jaw hurts and my chin hurts and I have a terrible headache. Crying in the shower from the pain. Not a good sign. Hope the motrin kicks in soon.

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