The Good
Out of nowhere my Kenpo teacher told me that he thought, I had a rare gift for Kenpo and the Art. If I wasn’t busy kicking, punching and jumping I would of cried. I think it has less to do with talent then, just the familiarity of doing the same techniques for 10 years. That complement coming from someone like him was a real honor to me.
The whole Karate school macho gutter mouth humor and camaraderie doesn’t lend itself to many compliments unless you mean it. Of course the whole thing was punctuated with.
“Now fix your fuck’n stances”
The Bad
I threw out my shoulder during that same class. It was freak accident that left me gasping in pain. Of coarse I didn’t stop immediately, I continued to work out for the next hour kicking and punching and wincing and ouching.
The next morning I felt like I arm wrestled an orangutan.
The Ugly
That same night was my responsibility to be the designated “On Call” person at work in case there were any system outages. This was also the same night I agreed to help a friend film a video.
Of coarse Murphy’s Law still holds true and my job calls. I go to work, aint that a b*t*h.
