Old school as in old. I celebrated my 45th birthday a couple days ago by going to kung fu class.
Laura, Carol and I played “king of the hill”. First point wins and stays in the ring, new fighter comes in.
We didn’t keep track, but I think I won more than my share of fights. I was on. I was scoring with the back fist, scoring with multiple kicks, keeping up the constant forward pressure. (We’ll just forget about that time Carol pounded me into the ground.)
Extra rule: if you went out of bounds, you had to do 5 push-ups or 10 v-ups. I never went out of bounds.
The best point I scored was against Carol. I was in a left lead. She was jinking me, putting on the pressure, just waiting for me to make a move so she could explode across the line and clock me. I gave it right back to her. When she launched at me I spun on my left foot (the ankle that isn’t still messed up) and tagged her on the ribs with a right spinning side kick. Sifu said I got a “pretty point.”
Words of wisdom from Sifu:
We don’t stop playing because we grow old. We grow old because we stop playing.