Today I fought someone, sort of. It's the first time I stood across from someone else wearing gloves/headgear/etc and we had the same goal, to punch and kick each other. It wasn't terrible. It wasn't awesome. I guess I'm somewhat indifferent about it. I've never been kicked that hard and, that I can remember, I've never attacked someone with the intent to hurt them. I didn't have nearly the type of control I wanted to have. Once I was hit and it kind of hurt I was pissed. I didn't care much about control or accuracy or technique; I just started throwing punches and hope they hurt. What sort of sucked was that the blackbelt across from me is Alex, someone I care about and I didn't really want to hurt him. I did get a little emotional about it later on. It was good in the sense that it pointed out some things I need to work on.
- I need to not try to swat someone away when they hit me, I have to learn to block it while keeping my guard up.
- I need to not take it personal when someone punches me in the head.
- I need to keep my chin tucked so that when I am punched, my head doesn't fly backwards and give me whiplash.
- I need to point my toes more when I kick because I now have a quarter-sized bruise on my right foot along with swelling, from not kicking correctly.
So I have a few things to work on for sure. I don't think I would have learned those things without actually fighting someone, so my first sparring session was helpful. I also learned that its VERY TIRING to punch someone and have them punch and kick you. I was drained for the entire day after that. Looks like I may need more cardio too! Go me!
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