M.T.: "Teacher, it works!" "AAAGH!"
So I've been learning Krav Maga (the Israeli art of Arab-pummeling) for several months now, with a break for my nuptials - and this week I accidentally knocked the stuffing out of my instructor.
In retrospect this feels like both a victory and a tragedy: a victory, because it's proof all my lessons over the last few months haven't been some sort of scam. It's kinda hard to tell when you're just hitting pads.
A tragedy, obviously, because you just know he's going to call me up a lot more often for demonstrations, or continuously pair you with Trogg, the he-mountain to my left.
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