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'My Corduroyed Life' - Mark A's Journal
Ow.
Last night at Ninja, Ninja Rich introduced the new Ninjas to the delight that is sparring. Sparring is fun: you get to slap your mates (any headshots that you throw have to be slaps instead of punches for obvious reasons).
This was, of course, my opportunity to cement my new rep as a bit of a badass, even if I am a gay. I resigned myself to be more aggressive, more intimidating, and more confident in my fighting. And I did just that! No more Mr bob in, get glancing blow, run away guy! I am now Mr steam in, throw punches and kicks and overwhelm your opponent guy. And it worked! I looked and felt convincingly badass.
Now the old me (not new rep me) would have clapped his hands camply with glee, but I am now new rep me, and such things are far to camp for one so badass.
Thing is, with a new level of aggressiveness, one has to block more, and get blocked against more. Due to the number of kicks I threw with my left, I got blocked a lot and my shin is covered in bruises. Similarly, by getting in close more punches (slaps) were thrown at me, and I had to block a lot with my left arm. So much so, that I've ripped layers of skin off my forearm, and it's scabbed up!
Ow.
Of course, I won't be telling any other Ninjas 'Ow', as that would damage my newly cemented rep!
Have fun,
M
Current mood:
good.Current music: Theme to Murder One (watched it last night).