Half way through the rounds of sparring, Coach goes
“Listen for my cues…”
I’m over here like…
Middle of the round…
“Clinch!”
“Break throw!”
12 low!
Sparring ends
If there is one philosophical lesson I’ve learned from sparring so far, it’s that you are far tougher and braver than you may realize.
Sparring, it’s what I do for fun now. What we do for fun. Welcome to the club.
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"I see the quiet strength in a mountain side in you, and yet I also see the dangerous temptation of a cliff face. You are the smooth rustling of a stream past rocks, but somewhere you become the roaring power of a waterfall. You are pure white sand and the burning heat on your feet from the sun; I see the softness of vanilla and also the sharpness of peppercorn in you. You are the warmth of the sun on one’s back, and the burning blaze of a desert’s surface. You are power in reserve and power in extremes, you are a dam holding back an entire lake and also the cracks threatening the stone deep beneath the surface. You are mocked as the ‘unicorn’, INFJ, but you prove yourself as something much deeper as the Moment Before a Wave Breaks."
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