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Uh, ya’ll? You should see my face today. I’ve got dark shadows under each eye, the bridge of my nose hurts and my eyes are all swollen. Apparently in sparring class, I WAS NOT PROTECTING MY HEAD! Son #1 was cleared to return to contact sports on Friday so he attended the sparring class. He’s responsible for the left eye. As soon as he started sparring, he was throwing full force punches and kicks and charging in at me. I know from last week, when I hit a twelve year old black belt squarely in the face when he charged me, that this is what I do under pressure. What happens is that once you get hit pretty hard and your heart rate and adrenaline shoot up, you lose the ability to think and can only react. Good fighters want you in that position. Inexperienced fighters do it but without knowing they’re doing it. I was terrified that I was going to seriously hurt my own child, so I was not hitting back. I was losing my cool with him because he was reckless and throwing wild haymakers. Ergo, I was taking a beating, while not making contact with him. By the third round sparring with him, I’d had it. So every time he came charging in, I put him on the ground. I figured that was probably the safest place for him. Plus, it made me laugh when he was all sprawled out on the ground and I hadn’t even hit him. Martial arts are cool. lol.

You’ll be happy to know that Steve did not cause any of the damage to my face yesterday. We were both pretty tired by the time we got to spar each other. It was hard to even lift our arms. My feet felt like they were glued to the ground. Whew. People see us walking out of sparring class and say “Wow, all of you come here? Things must get pretty interesting in your house!” To which I always reply “Ever seen the movie Mr. and Mrs. Smith? It’s like that.”

I’m a fighter, not a lover anyway. ;D