So today I had a day off. The last two sarges I went on were failures, which was disappointing since my first few went really well. Its like I gained AA after I had already opened up like 12 sets over my first few sarges. WTF
So today I had to bounce back, and went to the mall. When I stepped in, I was like d@mn I'm nervous. But then I rememberd I had my MMA (mixed martial arts) class in the evening.
This is an unbalanced class, because the other two guys in it are 205 lbs and like 180 respectively. I'm 135 and stand at a mere 5'7. Yet I routinely have to spur full contact with these guys. I never win, but they haven't knocked me out yet either. I am rarely nervous facing them even after they bash my face in.
So I thought about it. How come I have no fear of sparring these guys who could injure me at any moment, but I'm scared to go up to a small chick workin at the make up counter? I said FUCK THAT, and when up and hollared at that girl. DHV'd too.
Opened a couple more sets within the hour and bounced home and cranked this piece out. Here's to hoping I don't get knocked out by my sparring buddies.
