No contact Tae Kwon Do

Intense TKD.
Paybacksays...

You put your right foot in,
You take your right foot out,
You put your right foot in,
And you shake it all about,
You do HADOUKEN! Pokey,
And you turn yourself about,
That's what it's all about!
KI-YAH!

obscenesimiansays...

Soooo...... you all condone this violent kindergarten bloodsport stuff? You people make me sick. Those children should be playing wholesome games like call of duty, or Grand theft Auto, not engaging in actual physical violence.

ShakaUVMsays...

Heh, I taught kids TKD for a number of years. This isn't too out of line with what normally happens.

Sometimes I'll get on my knees and tell them to punch me in the chest, and they can't do it. I'm not moving. I'm not blocking. They just can't do it.

xxovercastxxsays...

>> ^ShakaUVM:

Heh, I taught kids TKD for a number of years. This isn't too out of line with what normally happens.
Sometimes I'll get on my knees and tell them to punch me in the chest, and they can't do it. I'm not moving. I'm not blocking. They just can't do it.


There were teenagers in my class; of higher rank than me, even; who fit that description and were no more dangerous in sparring than these little guys. It used to really annoy me that they kept passing their belt tests without developing any skills at all.

Ryjkyjsays...

>> ^xxovercastxx:

>> ^ShakaUVM:
Heh, I taught kids TKD for a number of years. This isn't too out of line with what normally happens.
Sometimes I'll get on my knees and tell them to punch me in the chest, and they can't do it. I'm not moving. I'm not blocking. They just can't do it.

There were teenagers in my class; of higher rank than me, even; who fit that description and were no more dangerous in sparring than these little guys. It used to really annoy me that they kept passing their belt tests without developing any skills at all.


It's funny there could actually be a thread about this.

Even fifteen years later and 70 pounds heavier, I can still knock a fucking house down with my back-turning side-kick. But I remember when my one tough instructor Marcus used to yell at me to hit him while sparring, I could never hurt him. He was a veteran of a shitty childhood and even when he put his hands behind his back, I could never hit him hard enough in the chest, stomach, kidneys, etc. to even make him blink. Of course, I was wearing gloves, but still. It was always like one of those dreams when you just can't do the thing you want to do and it always made me feel like my arms were just a couple of limp sausages.

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