the glasses
i have a terrible confession to make. i feel awful about it. i did something that one should never ever do. i hit a kid with glasses... and they flew across the floor, with his head following inches behind. thankfully, only one of those falling objects clattered to the ground...
t-minus 5 days until i pack up the mouth guard and head to booneville florida for nationals. i made the mistake decision to compete in all 3 events, which means that i should probably practice all 3 before i get there. i'm waiting for sunday to pick up weapons, so i might as well get fighting out of the way. last night kayleen and i fought 10-12 o' the boys in the dojo... that was an interesting experience. i admire kayleen's style, she's excellent at finding your open targets. personally, i just want the whole ordeal to finish, but at least i scream loud. it's a tactic; scare 'em to death. or perhaps deafen them, i don't know.
one of the boys got a little carried away on the kicking my arm/shoulder/back area, to the point i had to back up and go "whoawhoawhoa,reLAX!". unfortunately, the next guy up turned out to be much shorter than the kicker, and i accidentally nailed him in the face, sending his glasses (and the rest of him) sprawling.
i hate it when i do that. i feel SO bad. seriously.
later, the kicker came to justify his mad-kicking-spree, explaining that it was his only defense because i'm so strong (like an axe to the redwood, y'know?). uh, right, apology accepted? i was a bit preoccupied with the kid i knocked over ("please don't tell your mom!!")... consider yourself warned, all you glasses-wearing-karate-girls-going-to-nationals, watch out. here i come.