Friday, February 10, 2006

A smart man............

i like to think of myself as a smart man. sometimes life affords me the opportunity of seeing how others see me. my son has always wanted to take up karate. having a karate studio a two minute walk from my house, we went up to talk with them. he sat in on a class and still wanted to join....so join he did. after watching him for two classes i joined the adult class myself. i've been in it for about four months now and enjoy it very much. last saturday was a little different. the saturday class is open to everyone. so here am i with a bunch of 7 to 12 year olds working out. they have stamina and are without beer bellies so i'm already at a disadvantage and even though i quit smoking well over a year ago i'm still about 2000 packs ahead of the cute little bastards. the kid who runs the saturday class is about 20, 5-9 140 lbs and solid as a rock. as he puts us through our paces he doesnt sweat.....ever. i, on the other hand, am sweating like madonna at the pearly gates. one of the cute little bastards keeps mentioning that he isnt sweating so the kid running the class ramps up the workout a little more. keep in mind that i'm six times older than some of these kids. so after an hour and a half of a heavy cardio workout he decides that we should spar. the only other guy who showed up is my age, four inches taller than me and eighty pounds heavier. hes a friend of mine from the adult class, lets call him....mike. well i was doing ok against mike. i was smaller and quicker and even though i wasnt crushing him i was landing more shots than him. alot more! then as i was dancing around he caught me with a hook to the ribs. it rocked me. after our match was over i was having some trouble sucking wind. i went and had the ribs looked at and one , maybe two, ribs are cracked. the doctor was very funny. he mentioned how smart i must be to start something like karate at my advanced years. after making some real funny comments about the clicking in my ribs just being the cartilage and that their wasnt anything he could do for my ribs he laughed and wished me well. i need to catch his 10 o'clock show....i wonder if its any different than the 8 o'clock one. when your suffering in pain the last thing you want is a really smart assed doctor. its been a rough week but let me say that even with cracked ribs i made both classes this week and will be going to saturday class.....mike didnt.

ok kids, you got your troubles, i got mine. back to work.

4 comments:

BAC said...

Some of your blogs are really funny, but today's was a real rib-tickler! Get well soon!

madman said...

I agree. Doctors are for dispensing vicodin--nothing more.

As always... Rachael said...

Was the doctor over 30? He should be prescribing fun drugs and applauding for ot sitting on your ass watching I Love Lucy re-runs. If he won't applaud you, then I will! Good job, shoes.


P.S. Bet I can kick your ass! I'll wait until your ribs heal though!

shoes said...

rachael, i would be willing to spar youy as long as you understand that its full contact naked karate. and thanks for waiting for my ribs to heal