First, I’d like t say that I’ve learned something really essential. Never, never do shoulder exercises on the day of your fight… .
I had a bad day. My anger and frustration, which only a 20-year-old man knows, were following me around, including all the problems someone usually has when life is just running and running. So actually, it was the perfect condition to start a fight with a friend and then to drink beer.
So, I headed to the empty villa in the center of Berlin where I usually met my friends to fight until we bleed; and after that we just get along with each other again and vet our injuries. That day, I wanted to fight against someone, I’ve never beaten before. And there was a reason for that. He practices kick boxing and kung-fu and also has already joined many matches. What were my strengths? I used to swim on a regular basis and always argued with my class mates… Wow, this was going to be awesome for me… Fortunately, I train shadow boxing and pummel my sandbag at home. You want to know whether this helped me fighting against someone who looked like a Muay Thai boxer? My only hope was to hit him on the parts which would really hurt, so that he would have to give up, but well, it’s not about winning, it’s about the fight and the experience.
We decided to take the usual 3 rounds, put off our shirts, shoes and belts, shook our hands and there we go!
During the first minutes, we circled around like two cats in a cage who don’t know what to think about each other. He’s actually a panther and I,…well, I’d compare myself with an ocelot or serval? Then, the whole thing started, and, ouch! A leg crashed against my underarms, and this seriously hurt a lot. I was giving full cover and tried to come closer, but it was almost impossible. When I tried to get closer to him, I got instantly hit. It was only my arms and legs, but … ouch, there it came again!
I was trying to jump forward to catch him. Success! We landed on the ground and started to jockey. I guess, it looked quite creepy for the others, but whatever… We ignored the time and rounds and boxed. Fortunately, I felt angry anyways, so I didn’t care about the pains. One hit struck his ribs and one landed on my lips. After a while, we separated and circled around again. My face was bleeding, but I smiled. He got a harsh stroke, but smiled back.
The next thing I’m telling you is quite dumb. Well, I was dumb. I was trying to get closer to him again, but he ducked, and I landed a hit on a pipe; and my nose began to bleed. F***! I was so embarrassed.
I surrounded him but he kept the distance by hitting me with his foot. It seemed like an eagle was kicking against a snake, but now it began to become fun! Again, we run against each other and fell down. We couldn’t cover our faces and I was really wondering why no one got a ripped eye brow (we wore bandages, which was one of our rules). But now, my shoulders got tired. I couldn’t lift up my arm, couldn’t tense it to build up more power. I gave up. We laughed at each other while our mouths were bleeding; and hugged each other.
It was really fun! I told him never to do this again and laughed. We drank cheap beer, looked through the broken windows and smiled. Even though my problems weren’t solved, I was comforted a little.
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