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pegkerrI keep hurting myself.
On Friday at pad strikes, we were doing a back and forth across the room drill, and at one point when we were trying to get our heart rate up with a slide hop slide, I Did Something Wrong and I felt the ball in my hip socket pop partly out. I crashed to the ground (how embarrassing!), got up and cautiously manipulated the hip joint. The ball had gone right in again, but the hip was sore, so I was done for the night.
Tonight, I went to sparring class. I was wary, because this was the advanced sparring class, filled with too many young guys with too much testosterone, but the screening's in two weeks, and I need all the practice I can get. We started with three minute warm up matches. My first fight, through the luck of the draw I drew the person with the highest belt level in the room, a sixth degree, but he knew what he was doing of course, and didn't hurt me. Fight two I fought a kid who had no chance against me. He's a black belt, but he's more than a foot shorter than me, and I had the reach on him every time. Fine. Third fight, I turned to face his brother. Thirty seconds in, I twisted my left ankle, and down I went.
This was the ankle that got twisted a month ago...Fiona had left her SHOES at the BOTTOM OF THE STAIRS and I fell over them on my way out the door and it's been bothering me ever since. I suspect I strained the ligaments or something, and here I was, twisting it all over again, a week and a half before the second screening. Wonderful. I took off my gear and hobbled to the office and put the foot up with an ice pack. Sparring was done for the night.
Damn, damn, damn.
On Friday at pad strikes, we were doing a back and forth across the room drill, and at one point when we were trying to get our heart rate up with a slide hop slide, I Did Something Wrong and I felt the ball in my hip socket pop partly out. I crashed to the ground (how embarrassing!), got up and cautiously manipulated the hip joint. The ball had gone right in again, but the hip was sore, so I was done for the night.
Tonight, I went to sparring class. I was wary, because this was the advanced sparring class, filled with too many young guys with too much testosterone, but the screening's in two weeks, and I need all the practice I can get. We started with three minute warm up matches. My first fight, through the luck of the draw I drew the person with the highest belt level in the room, a sixth degree, but he knew what he was doing of course, and didn't hurt me. Fight two I fought a kid who had no chance against me. He's a black belt, but he's more than a foot shorter than me, and I had the reach on him every time. Fine. Third fight, I turned to face his brother. Thirty seconds in, I twisted my left ankle, and down I went.
This was the ankle that got twisted a month ago...Fiona had left her SHOES at the BOTTOM OF THE STAIRS and I fell over them on my way out the door and it's been bothering me ever since. I suspect I strained the ligaments or something, and here I was, twisting it all over again, a week and a half before the second screening. Wonderful. I took off my gear and hobbled to the office and put the foot up with an ice pack. Sparring was done for the night.
Damn, damn, damn.