DMGDiscomfort
I had a moment tonight at Krav where I'd taken about three stiff jabs right in the nose, and I'd had enough. My temper surged, and I was about to wade in, brave the storm of punches that would rain down, and deliver a single right straight into the eye of my partner.
Then I realized that was stupid, that I'd just learned something about stiff jabs, and that my partner had been kind enough to teach me. I slipped the next one and... threw a completely ineffectual flick jab into open air while getting knocked silly by a big right hook.
No victory for Chris tonight. Not in the sense of "I finally got the only punch that mattered in that bout."
But I learned to keep my hands up, keep moving, keep throwing jabs, and always be looking for the next loopy hook coming at me. I won big in becomming a better boxer.
After over two years slacking in Krav 1 classes, I'm out of my comfort zone. And that's... uncomfortable. But I can feel my brain re-wiring itself when I go to bed every night, and that feels great.