![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
May. 2nd, 2012 10:36 pmHad what I considered a decent practice Tuesday.
Started out not that great. Hands constantly taking hits, leading me to get hand shy - flinching when the shots are coming at my hands. Hell, damn near putting my head in the way so I don't catch it on the hands. This led me to getting frustrated with myself, frustrated with the situation, and eventually just boiled down to me getting pissed at myself. I took my brain, and the bruises, told it to go sit in the corner for a while. I went back to thinking about things I knew - where are my feet, where are my hands, fight this guy just the same as you'd fight anyone else. Get smart. Watch the other guy. Try to capitalize.
Somewhere along the way my brain got quiet. That eerie quiet when you know you're not alone in the woods at night. I just kept rooted in the basics, and let everything come as it would. And pressed. Caught a guy with a memorable butt spike to the face that had his helmet rocking quite satisfactorily. A little while later, I chased guy #2 around the gym, forcing and moving him around, and eventually caught him with a satisfying cut to the back of the head when he zigged (when he should have zagged) and left himself far out of balance. Both are significantly skilled, so getting a stick on them pleases me.
At some point a very loud voice in my head was trying to rein me back in with the same old arguments, but that quiet part overwhelmed it, at least for a little while.
I'll take it.
Started out not that great. Hands constantly taking hits, leading me to get hand shy - flinching when the shots are coming at my hands. Hell, damn near putting my head in the way so I don't catch it on the hands. This led me to getting frustrated with myself, frustrated with the situation, and eventually just boiled down to me getting pissed at myself. I took my brain, and the bruises, told it to go sit in the corner for a while. I went back to thinking about things I knew - where are my feet, where are my hands, fight this guy just the same as you'd fight anyone else. Get smart. Watch the other guy. Try to capitalize.
Somewhere along the way my brain got quiet. That eerie quiet when you know you're not alone in the woods at night. I just kept rooted in the basics, and let everything come as it would. And pressed. Caught a guy with a memorable butt spike to the face that had his helmet rocking quite satisfactorily. A little while later, I chased guy #2 around the gym, forcing and moving him around, and eventually caught him with a satisfying cut to the back of the head when he zigged (when he should have zagged) and left himself far out of balance. Both are significantly skilled, so getting a stick on them pleases me.
At some point a very loud voice in my head was trying to rein me back in with the same old arguments, but that quiet part overwhelmed it, at least for a little while.
I'll take it.
