nathanialblood

I was going to write a huge blog about going on a night out with Kenn and how my dad is doing in the hospital (he is fine and out of ICU). But I realise that it's just not very exciting for anyone to read. If you bothering yourself to come here and read about my life the least I should do is try to make it at least sound interesting or possibly tell you some stuff that you don't know about me.

So .....
Yeah.......
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The blog is about Martial Arts
I was bullied in school and my dad's advice of just pick up a 2 by 4 and smack them with it wasn't much help. Most likely because you just don't find weapons lying around the playground floor . so my dad sent me to Karate. I hated it. You had 45 people in a hall yelling at the top of there voice's and me trying to see what the Sensai was doing and not having a clue. So when one of the assistants would come over and tell me I was doing it wrong I would just stare at him and say pardon?

So i went to Ju-Jitsu lesson's instead. The first lesson The Sensai of the club walked up to us all and told us to sit in a circle around him. he then asked each of us our name's and then proceeded to tell us to attack him. I watched 5 kids younger than me try and get beat then it was my turn. I smiled and tried to say my name but no words came out then i tried again and got Jameess out he looked at me smiled and said attack. I rushed forward and tried to punch he moved his head out the way grabbed my arm and threw me over his leg.

We then moved on to punching and blocking and I got paired with a white belt she told me to punch towards he face slowly I did and she said no stop so I did and she told me that if I tried to punch like that I would break my thumb. I looked at her and asked why. She showed me how to form a real fist. I spent the entire lesson getting corrected on my basics by a girl my own age who was a better fighter than me.

I trained in Ju-Jitsu for 6 years and caught up with the girl eventually when we were going for our brown belt together. She had unfortunately failed her first attempt. We trained together every day for nearly a year. We showered together and spent about 7 hours a week with out bodies pressed against each others trying to physically out do each other. We also later in the year started high school together and had all the same classes. We both passed our brown belt and started training for our black. Unfortunately I moved before I was able to be graded.

Can you guess where my fascination with strong dominant women started yet?