Lurch’ing
Seems an appropriate title, being the label thrown at me this week by somebody I train with at Karate, or more specifically ‘Lurch’. Â This was done whilst they sat at a friends house trading insults with me, about my taste in music and choice of car, over MSN.
Normally these kind of things just make me laugh, after all I have been called MUCH worse, mostly in jest (or at least I hope they were said in Jest), but somehow the term stuck in my mind; maybe because whilst in Karate the said person seemed genuinely put out with me – so maybe the label was genuine too?
To be honest, I haven’t been feeling particularly happy about my Karate lately; I feel too leaden, clumsy, slow, awkward (insert your other favourite phrase here). My sparring on Tuesday was bloody awful too, which is not helped by seeing how good all the other guys are; Gary was able to pick me off with ridiculous ease, Sally was able to critique my form as I breathlessly tried to get some form of strike in, Ed popped me around the head far too often, and watching Libs and Sarah glide around doing kicks to the head just showed how far I am from their skill levels!
Time to practise my “You Rang?” baritone whenever anybody calls.
