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Jun. 21st, 2009
make 'em work
Jun. 21st, 2009 09:32 pmToday was a rough day at practice.
My allergies are still acting up, which leave me gasping through my scratchy throat for enough air to keep going. I overworked my knee first bout out (note to self: the "Betty Boop exercise" exists for a reason). The A/C at club is still not working well.
I was hot, sore, and wheezing. Which are not insurmountable, but trying to think coherently while they're all going on at the same time meant that I couldn't pin together a strategy to save my life.
So after an hour I was so irritable I was about to tell the little annoying kid *exactly* what I thought of him....
...and decided to change my attitude and just make my opponents work for every touch they got.
That is when things started coming together. By backing up and concentrating on defense I gave my overclocked brain enough time to see what was going on and attack/riposte was incidental.
In this way I defeated Tall Dude with Insanely Long Reach and Blisteringly Fast Lefty Lady (not their real names).
Imagine if I'd start doing this when I DON'T feel like ass?
After two strikingly successful bouts, I was pale, dizzy, and chortling to myself, I do better when I feel worse. Immediately I realized that if I'm lightheaded and giggling like an idiot, I probably oughta go home :P
My allergies are still acting up, which leave me gasping through my scratchy throat for enough air to keep going. I overworked my knee first bout out (note to self: the "Betty Boop exercise" exists for a reason). The A/C at club is still not working well.
I was hot, sore, and wheezing. Which are not insurmountable, but trying to think coherently while they're all going on at the same time meant that I couldn't pin together a strategy to save my life.
So after an hour I was so irritable I was about to tell the little annoying kid *exactly* what I thought of him....
...and decided to change my attitude and just make my opponents work for every touch they got.
That is when things started coming together. By backing up and concentrating on defense I gave my overclocked brain enough time to see what was going on and attack/riposte was incidental.
In this way I defeated Tall Dude with Insanely Long Reach and Blisteringly Fast Lefty Lady (not their real names).
Imagine if I'd start doing this when I DON'T feel like ass?
After two strikingly successful bouts, I was pale, dizzy, and chortling to myself, I do better when I feel worse. Immediately I realized that if I'm lightheaded and giggling like an idiot, I probably oughta go home :P
