Twas a dark and stormy night...

Bitterly cold is the only way to describe practice last night. The false facade of spring showed through with bitter cold winds and rain. There was a good turn out last night and I managed to get in fights with four different people, which is good for me since I tend to wear myself out against the first two. I've decided to take my time and only fight a few times against one opponent so that I could fight several. I must admit that the cold made it very hard to practice with my hands being numb and muscles refusing to stay warm despite my wool over clothes. I think I even might have bruised my hand a bit.....

My fights were fair this time due to cold, lack of enthusiasm as well as not wearing my contact lenses which tends to make my targeting off by about 2".....but practice is practice and the more helmet time I can get the better. I need to start cross training in order to keep up with the physical demands this sport is pulling from me. I can see more distinctly the lines distinguishing the levels of fighting as well. It is those people that spend the extra time working out, eating properly and utilizing the practices to implement things learned privately that eventually reach crown caliber abilities. I realize I have much to learn before considering myself one of that class.