A non-martial art friend of mine was over, a nice guy, small, sort of a Hiku poet type, into tea and sushi and reading his latest stuff. A good guy.
So we were watching some kung fu flick or something and after the movie, being guys, I guess we were pumped up a bit. Now, I don’t go around advertising what I study, but he is a friend of mine and its kind of hard to miss the swords, caligraphy and what not on the walls, and he knows why not to come over on Tues or Fri. nights, because I’m training in Chinatown.
Anyway, after the movie he’s feeling like an Italian after seeing Rocky and starts bobing and weaving with his hands up like he wants to slap box or soemthing. Hey, I love it. I know neither of us want to hurt the other and no force would be used.
So he bobs and weaves trying to look like some old Mantis/Monkey/drunken style type guy and attacks: VERY UNORTHODOX; angles, combos one would never expect. It caught me by surprise, I was able to neautralize him, but could help think, what if he was able to come through that way with some real power?
Here I am training against Hung Gar and Wing Chun with gloves and full power, and this little poet friend bouncing around surprised me more than any of them.
I get frustrated. Because its one of those things where you don’t want to use power, we’re playing, and he’s 80lbs lighter than me, knows nothing, but yet, if he had power, he might have gotten in.
I think he may have known that too … that’s the frustrating part. More training. More training. More training.![]()