Over the past couple of weeks, I've accidentally hurt some of the guys at martial arts class. I tapped our head instructor in the, um, cup with my escrima stick. Then I tagged a black belt in the head with a round house kick. The kick was controlled so it didn't hurt him, but he fell in an awkward way and bruised a few ribs. In another class I threw a knee a little too low on a pad and the guy holding it had to take a minute to recover. But the worst was when I was sparring with a small 12 year-old boy. I landed a kick too close for comfort and he went down, groaning dramatically. And writhing on the ground. I was so embarrassed! I mean who lands a low blow on a cute little boy?!
Now a certain amount of contact is expected and accepted in martial arts. And I have had my share of bumps and bruises. But I am either exceptionally clumsy or I don't know my own strength. Probably a little of both. The guys have been very forgiving, although they've given me some good-natured ribbing. But I was feeling really bad. So I baked a double batch of Ghirardelli Triple Chocolate Brownies and offered them as a peace offering after class. I invited everyone to take some. "If I haven't accidentally hurt you yet, there's a good chance that I will!" The brownies went over well. And I feel a little better. But just a little.
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Maybe you'll feel better yet if make a batch for me!
Always say Chocolate the cure to what ails you
good move...
Good choice, brownies. I think it's safe to say that all has probably been forgiven. However, don't be surprised if you show up to your next class and all the gentlemen have cooking pans strapped around their waists, protecting their.. um, er, parts.
Have you thought that just maybe they're all putting themselves out there so that you have to bake them brownies?
Not that I would ever accuse martial artists of going so low as to guilt somebody into making them brownies, but they are really good brownies...
forgiveness bought with chocolate, brilliant!!!
Oh, you're *that* person, are you? ;) It's John in our class (remember my black eye? Yeah, him.) He's given Andy either a cracked rib or torn cartilage between his ribs. In (wait for it) the first class of this session. Causing us to miss half the session.
We stand around before class comparing "John injuries". Hopefully the brownies will give the guys something else to talk about besides their "Kiana injuries"...
Jo, send John on over. I'll take care of him for you. Nothing like a low blow to take the wind out of your sails. Or, um, so I've heard. ;)
Poor Andy. Hope he heals up soon!
Tempting. Very tempting. I wonder how much it would cost to mail John to Kansas?
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