Class V 2.6
A strange sense of malaise is overcoming me this morning. I’m not sure if it’s simply exhaustion or seasonal depression; or possibly a combination of both. I got through class with my normal enthusiasm (I think), but when we got to fighting my energy had completely left me. I participated in a couple rounds, but my heart wasn’t in it at all.
When my heart and mind aren’t in the fight I have a really hard time keeping up the pace and I end up getting hurt. I had talked to Trucker earlier in the day about coming to class (he’s fighting a dislocated toe and difficulty with a previously broken back). I assured him that we could spar, but we would take it really easy.
Trucker’s fighting style is very aggressive, but disorganized as it relates to hands. Nevertheless, it’s effective when it comes to a fight because you have to contend with them. Of course I blocked poorly and jammed my thumb early on.
My second match with Beard was slightly better, but I was moving so slow I gave up after a minute. He got an excellent shot right on my solar plexus at one point that removed a lot of my enthusiasm.
Our post fighting review made me feel slightly better. I spent a little time lamenting my slow speed, but the guys felt that my style was more thoughtful and relaxed. Hunh! I wouldn’t have said that myself.
We practiced a guided throw and the tomo-nage and generally had a good time.