Just wanted to share a manly anecdote about my karate class last week. I asked for and received a new gi for Christmas, my old one was too tight and I felt like a 70's reject wearing it, so Ruth got me a new one. On my first night wearing it, Chip and I were sparring and I split my finger open and blood came squirting out, staining not only my brand new gi, but Chips gi, as well.
He felt sorry for me and we called it quits, but I felt like it was a fitting beginning to my new gi, though a real karate man bleeds on the inside, right?
My name is Fred Lee, and thanks for reading.
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