This morning, bright and early, I showed up at the dojo to train with the kids who do continuous sparring. That's the kind of fighting where you don't stop after each point - you just keep going (points get scored and counted somehow, but don't ask me how - at any rate at the moment we're just training so we're not keeping track of points, phew). The reason I wanted to get into this is to help my training buddy who has decided to try continuous sparring at the Nationals next month. She needs a punching bag, and I volunteered. Plus it adds an hour of training on Sunday morning, and who doesn't like that?

It's a completely different kind of sparring than what I'm used to, and it's quite a challenge to unlearn some point-sparring habits and relearn how to use my two feet without getting them crossed or tangled. (Without, mark you, forgetting all my point-sparring habits, which I still sort of need.) But we had a blast and I'm happy to be able to help my mate work up her skills. At our age there aren't too many women who do this kind of fighting (it can get a bit rough, with lots of hits to the face and head), and who knows, once I get the hang of it maybe I'll give it a try...

I like learning new things. It's good for the soul (if not for the nose). (POETRY ALERT!)