What is becoming a predictable joke in my repertoire happened yet again last night but with a bit more substance.
I love telling people that I get my ass kicked by children, adolescents and whatever comes across as a juxtaposition on my size compared to theirs.
It’s not a great advertisement for our school based on the fact that I’ve been crippled by children more than a few times. The worst was when I was in a perfect chamber for a side kick and a kid kicked underneath and collapsed my ankle. Result – rehab for months. Thankfully nothing was torn completely through.
So last night one of the new girls, Swimmer, did a one-two on my face. One chop in the jaw that snapped my head around and the second in the lips because my head was turned. Double ouch. End result – two fat, bloody lips. I got to smile at the class with my carmine stained teeth whilst I knuckled away a manly tear.
At the end of class I noticed that we’d spent most of the class laughing hysterically about little things. Many of us appear to be tickled by the smallest things and Teacher isn’t stopping it so it goes on unabated. A lot of fun, but I’m worried that we might be less effective in our learning. It’s not often that folks launch into combat while they are laughing their heads off. What do I know? Maybe it happens all the time.