I must have said that at least a dozen times today.
Jason and I put in a lo-o-ong training day, beginning with advanced class at 7:30. After two hours of multi-man and monkey lines and full reps, we kept up the pace. Jason has a drill he likes where we kick the air shield and follow up with a punch.
A couple other students stayed to work with us, so we practiced continuous multi-man attacks. That’s where the attacker comes back to life after a couple seconds. We each went for five minutes as defender. That doesn’t sound like long until a bunch of people are attacking you. Funnily, the five minutes seemed longer as an attacker than as a defender.
We went to our sister school’s regular sparring class, then hung out for an extra hour. We sparred tournament style and practiced our forms. That’s when Jason really had to push me to keep going: “Let’s do this.” “Let’s do that.” “Let’s do that other thing.” “This is fun. Martial arts is fun. We’re having fun.”
Sure we are, Jason.
Then again, it was my idea to train until 2pm.
Jason knows I love him as my kung fu brother.