Last night was my first sparring lesson in Karate, and boy did I get beat up. I grew up as a kid, my dad always telling me, “You don’t start any fights, but you sure as hell finish them.” I lived by those words as a kid and through my adult years, (though the instances of fighting did dwindle after middle school) and tried to never be the aggressor in a fight. Well the thing about point sparring is you have to be the aggressor or at least think like one. Well I don’t. I used to wait until the other guy would hit me and then unleash a world of hurt on his ass, I do that in sparring and I lose. Needless to say lesson has been learned. I need to start the attack, not just finish it.

I also need to know when to hold a little back, and not kill my classmates. I let my anger get the best of me a little bit through my beating, and the repeated blows to the top and side of my head didn’t help. My opponent jump up. I’m not sure what he was trying to do but it was pretty stupid to leave your feet in that situation. I took my opportunity and hit him with both hand right in his chest. I sent him flying about five feet and onto his back. I’m not sure how Sensei took it, but I know I acted out of anger and frustration. I have to watch that in the future.

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