A Pilgrim’s Progress
Even as Dave’s strike left the side of my head I recognized the hammer fist by the way it covered my tiny, shell-like ear. Dave winced and immediately stopped; sputtering his apologies. I was just thankful that he hadn’t cupped his hand or I would have been deaf in that ear for a while.
After a few days off I was a bit rusty and having a hard time getting centered. I was pretty tired and emotionally at a low because our cat was diagnosed with kidney problems. However, after we started going I was able to pull together a nice progression from a base lesson.
I’ll be the first to admit that I’m systematic and could be perceived as boring or repetitive, but I find solace in the known and it allows me to warm up carefully and reinforce the basics. During this time it’ll dawn upon me that there is something to work on and I’ll try to sort something out.
With that in mind I thought we’d work on shifts. The shift is a movement forward without taking a crossing step. The front foot stays in touch with the ground and glides out to where you’d normally step to and the rear foot immediately closes into a normal stance.
I had Dave do a block to the outside while shifting towards me (at a slight angle) then doing a jaw strike/push to turn me around. The progression went from the head control to a head lock/rear choke.
We found a boxing timer on the wall and set it up for 99 seconds and did some light sparring. Dave was definitely taking advantage of the fact that a forward attack is hard to get away from. That’s when I got bopped on the head. I was pretty creaky this morning.