|from one of my students. *ahhhhh*
It was a cool Tuesday evening in Brisbane - not by New Zealand
standards, but cold enough that there was no need for air-conditioning
at Hapkido. After a particularly informative Hapkido class, with an
ever increasing number of students, I left quickly (still in uniform) to
go pick up my wife. (and I have become bored of regaling about here...)
There are a couple of martial arts halls beside where I pick my wife up
so I decided to have a bit of a look at what one was doing while I
waited. I think it was some sort of kung-fu, but not entirely sure.
The instructor saw me and invited me it to see what they do in class.
He asked if I would like to join in for a bit, and I said that would be
good but I have to take it a bit easy as I have lung issues. He went
and got what seemed to be one of his senior students and told him to
show me what they do.
The next thing I know, punches were flying at my head. I managed to not
get hit but from the roundhouse punch I blocked along the side of my
head, they were not being pulled.
I stepped back a bit and looked at the instructor to see what was going
on and saw him nod at the student to continue. So the next punch I
parried while stepping to the side and followed up with an elbow to the
nose. The guy crumpled on the ground, so I turned and bowed to the
instructor and walked out.