Poor Ribs Saturday's Fu Style class was another memorable one. We were working on slow sparring, which is pretty much free roaming push hands with more options.
When I was working with Sam, it was light and fun. No casualties.
When I was working with Michael, it was just a blur of hands, with my face and ribs taking many blows. Practice slow, my ass!
Michael landed one clean blow to my ribs that hurt real good. Forty-eight hours later it still hurts when I press there. Not a good year for my ribs.
It was a great exercise for working on timing, sensing, and applying the patterns we practice to combat.
Oh, I've got a long way to go before I'm proficient in these arts.  ¶ 10:16 a.m.