5th Day of Training...not as sore whooping boy.
I tried to get a full 8 hours of sleep, but that didnt work. I woke around 3:33 (the same title as Green Jelly's second album) and I spent the next 1.5 hours in and out of sleep. I think like 2 misquitos kept attacking me. The only thing exposed was my head and I kept hearing them buzz by and I would start wacking away at my head, so I was lying in bed smacking my head for most of that time. I got up and ut of bed around 510AM for the early morning practice. I got out of bed and i could actually walk relatively well, not like yesterday where I was struggling. Today I could actually do it. I was also able to run.
The people at this morning practice was me, Wrong Sifu, and the young kid - an ABC who is visiting his culture with his grandfather. He is about 12 or 13. We didnt work as hard as the first morning practice i did, but I learned part of a new form. Neato.
Then i ate some breakfast and got ready for mid-morning practice. I had some time to kill so I laid down and watched Woody Wood Pecker in Chinese. That Rom kid, my 14 year old Russian roomate, is getting to be really friggin' annoying.
Practice was pretty good. I stretched out alot and that got rid of some soreness but I couldnt go full out yet. Still sore. Learned some staff form acrobatics. During practice I had to come back to my room. As I walked in I found that the AC's cover had been removed and work was being done on it. YES! MISSION ACCOMPLISHED! I think thats a new record...3 days maybe. I kept coming to make sure the thing was still being fixed and nothing was missing from the room. The problem was the tube feeding the water or moisture to cool the air was ripped and water was spilling out. How hard was that to fix?
Then I had some lunch. I think the lady gave me too much. I couldn't waste it either. Then I did that internet thingy. Then I feel asleep for a couple hours.
I woke up and went to afternoon practice. I tried my best to do useful things in this class but it was tough. The tops of my thighs are still sore. But they were a different sore this afternoon. Before, it was sore and tight, now they are sore and loose...like jello. Its wierd...loose but still really friggin sore. I was slow most of the afternoon.
Josh, the english man who is really good, is training for a Xanda competition on Sunday. Two rounds of 2 minutes with a chinese guy from a different school that has been training for years while he has only trained in Xanda for about a couple months. He doesn't really want to do it because he doesnt really like Xanda, but his teacher thinks it will be good for him. He had a brief spar with one of the Tagou team members and got whooped. Understandable, I would have my ass handed to me. And I did this afternoon...
Anywho, he was training with Jola, the 34 year old Russian that I told you about. He isn't tall, but he is big and strong, not fat though. When he was 14 he was, mostly likely, in the Red Russian ROTC and jumped from a plane in a simulation of war. Thats what we celebrated the first nite I was hear. He is a really nice guy. Him and Josh were sparring and they were wailing away on each other but in a friendly way. Josh got really tired after awhile and started to lose it a bit. He was practicing hard all day and Jola just kept coming.
Then afterward they finished, Jean Luc and Rom sparred off a bit. Then, my teacher was like, just play around with Jola for a bit. He will protect and not punch too much. I was hesitant. But I tried it out and I got my ass whooped. I was really pissed off cause there was an accidental elbow to my temple and I stormed out of the room after throwing off my gloves. I wasn't mad at Jola at all, I was mostly pissed off at myself because I have pretty much wasted the past 4.5 years. I couldn't even protect myself from someone throwing wild punches. Whats the point now? (well, wasn't really wild punches, it was calculated fast punches and kicks...and...he was holding back)
After watching Charlie Brown in chinese and secluding myself, I had some dinner and chatted with a student from Guanxi province in English. His english is quite good. Then I came back in to send out some emails and type up this journal. Nothing more is really gonna happen tonite. I am gonna go back to the room, take a warm shower, throw some icy hot on my thighs and calves and try and fall asleep, that is if the russians aren't chatting overly loud. Goodnite.
Well, i did go do that, but I also did a couple other things...like laid down on my glasses and broke them into pieces.