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 Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 8:13 pm
Alright, I figured I should at least get up a general discussion area. Like I said eariler I'm kind of a noob when it comes to guilds so it's a work in progress.
Rolling right along with the sparring theme here I decided to share with you all a paper that I wrote a few quarters ago in my English101 class. We had to describe something, using the 5 senses, that we had experienced.
Most of my class mates chose topics like eating ramen noodles, peeling onions, kissing their significant others; I was the only one in the class that picked something intangable (something our teacher discouraged us from doing since it made for a tough paper). I went with fighting; here it is...
The Fight
I should preface by saying that on any given Monday or Thursday night you can find me in the dark, musty, claustrophobic garage that my Karate instructor affectionately refers to as the "Garage of Pain." Here, I am the only female in the group and I am the only one of Mr. Whitakers students that isn't a black belt. At around 230lbs, my three fellow practitionersout weigh me by almost 2/3 of my whole mass. It is in this stinky, damp, dilapidated garage that my story takes place. Welcome to the Garage of Pain; no whining allowed.
In silence we dance around the dimly lit room; our movement is more of a fierce and passionate Tango then a smooth and steady Waltz. Like buzzards flying high above a potential meal, we circle one another; I see everything. The outline of his 225lb frame looms before me; he is a mountain, and to him, I am a mole hill. I allow myself to see every movement he makes. I watch the way he drops his arm just before he throws his kick; or the way he cocks his arm just slightly before he deals a barrage of jab-cross-hook combinations. Nothing goes unnoticed. I watch him like a hawk.
The room reeks of the sweat that seeps from our pores. Lingering in the air is the thick musk of many fights before. The stale, earthy body oder stings my nostirls; what an invigorating scent. It is the smell of victory and defeat, of confidence and cowardice, self-discipline and reckless abandon. With each blow that grazed my face I catch a whiff of musty leather; gloves that have soaked up thier fair share of blood, sweat and tears.
I hear nothing but the heavy, labored breathing of my adversary; or is that my breath? My heaving chest betrays me; I am more run down then I care to let on, and he knows it. My heart thumps in my chest like a war drum on the battlefield; a fast but steady cadence urging me to fight further. A thunderous exhalation bellows frother from his chest as his ribs cave under the pressure of my strike. The loud crack further assures me that my fist found its mark.
Every strike that shoots past my body brings with it a cool and gentle breeze; a welcomed October zephyr that moves through and pushes the stagnant heat of September from my memory. A deluge of sweat flows down my back and sends shivers up my spine. It is a refreshing feeling; the kind of sensation that comes from diving head first into Lake Coeur'd'Alene on the first of the year.
At some point, I don't quite remember when, my lip was split open. I wipe the fresh blood from my mouth and drag my tongue across the narrow wound. The metallic taste of blood mingles with the sticky and salty, but somewhat sweet remnants of my perspiration. The flavor zings across my state buds like a slab of rare, unseasoned steak.
As our sparring session comes to a close I lean on the wall; exhausted and nearing dehydration I reach for my water bottle. Never has water tasted so crystal clear and smooth. Like an icy glacial melt off, the liquid cascades down the back of my throat and down into the pit of my stomach. I want to gulp it down, but after that workout, it's best to sip slowly. There's no need to revisit the taste a second time.
So, that's it! Let the sparring being.
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 1:58 am
Wow, that's pretty amazing. I love it.
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2009 1:33 am
Thanks, I enjoyed writing it. It's really what it's like when you are really going at it during a good practice round. Even the little bit in the end about not drinking too much water cause you'll throw up...I learned that the hard way. redface
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 2:45 am
DesiBuu Thanks, I enjoyed writing it. It's really what it's like when you are really going at it during a good practice round. Even the little bit in the end about not drinking too much water cause you'll throw up...I learned that the hard way. redface No problem... it really is very good =) aww, let me guess... you thought that wouldn't happen to you? ^_^
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 5:00 pm
Bokuden DesiBuu Thanks, I enjoyed writing it. It's really what it's like when you are really going at it during a good practice round. Even the little bit in the end about not drinking too much water cause you'll throw up...I learned that the hard way. redface No problem... it really is very good =) aww, let me guess... you thought that wouldn't happen to you? ^_^ Nah, I knew it would, but one time I'd just finished running hard for 45 minuted and was so thirsty I didn't think to moderate.... redface Thank god it was just water! sweatdrop
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 11:36 pm
DesiBuu Bokuden DesiBuu Thanks, I enjoyed writing it. It's really what it's like when you are really going at it during a good practice round. Even the little bit in the end about not drinking too much water cause you'll throw up...I learned that the hard way. redface No problem... it really is very good =) aww, let me guess... you thought that wouldn't happen to you? ^_^ Nah, I knew it would, but one time I'd just finished running hard for 45 minuted and was so thirsty I didn't think to moderate.... redface Thank god it was just water! sweatdrop aww lol, lesson learned =3
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2009 7:16 pm
learned and not to be forgotten!
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 12:12 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 3:53 pm
In our testing, Our instructor makes us run around the out side of our Dojo with a gallon of water. And we are only allowed to drink when he says so. crying Toucher I say! crying
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 4:25 pm
That's like purgatory...how lame is that!
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 3:16 am
aumi-san In our testing, Our instructor makes us run around the out side of our Dojo with a gallon of water. And we are only allowed to drink when he says so. crying Toucher I say! crying Isn't that so that you run with weight on you, thus incresing your resistance? If you drink before finishing your run, you can get a stomach ache and/or puke (if you drink too much) It's better to drink just a little water after you finish each exercise.
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 8:30 pm
If I'm going hard I usually take a small drink, swallow half and then swish and spit...Kinda gross, but it keeps me from over drinking and at least lets me wet my whistle
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 8:32 pm
At my old school we did Belt Runs...the runner takes their belt off and puts it around their waist like a rope; the second person takes the ends from behind and acts like an anchor. We'd typically run the equivilant of 1/4 mile, which isn't too bad unless you weigh 130 and your anchor is 200... sweatdrop
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 10:56 pm
DesiBuu At my old school we did Belt Runs...the runner takes their belt off and puts it around their waist like a rope; the second person takes the ends from behind and acts like an anchor. We'd typically run the equivilant of 1/4 mile, which isn't too bad unless you weigh 130 and your anchor is 200... sweatdrop lol I remember doing that XD
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 6:23 pm
Bokuden DesiBuu At my old school we did Belt Runs...the runner takes their belt off and puts it around their waist like a rope; the second person takes the ends from behind and acts like an anchor. We'd typically run the equivilant of 1/4 mile, which isn't too bad unless you weigh 130 and your anchor is 200... sweatdrop lol I remember doing that XD We used to do that too! crying
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