The bar is raised Boon told me that an eight year old girl in his martial arts school can do 100 full push ups(that's one set) and 20 proper chins(also one set).
I intend to wait 12 years, then ask her for her hand in marriage.
Hey. I'm practically engaged!
I hope anyone who reads this feels shame for their own lazy attitude towards training.
Eight years old, man!  ¶ 2:25 p.m. 0 comments

  aw...fudge Well, it was confirmed today, I am not a fighter, either.
It has long been established that I am no lover. But, I had high hopes I was at least a little manly. Not so.
Today's Fu Style class hammered the last nails in the coffin. Working on an application that was no great challenge for any other idiot; I could not get the body working the way it had to. Doing it gently, I harmed myself repeatedly while having no effect on my partner at all. Maybe that's my style. Make my opponent feel pity for me, as I tear my own muscles and spin myself unconcious, then throw a rock at him as he walks away in disgust.
Brilliant!  ¶ 3:00 p.m. 0 comments

  disaster In today's acupuncture/qigong session, Dr. Tom referred to my energy situation as a disaster. Liver is having a disagreement with spleen. Kidneys are having a disagreement with heart. Yang qi is deficient. Yin qi is grossly deficient. How did this happen to such a powerful soul, you say? Well, I'll tell ya. As a boy, I grew up idolizing heroes. Be it Bruce Lee, Batman, Green Lantern, or the Bionic Man; I held fast to a very particular ideal of what a man should be. What a human should be. Twenty years later, I still hold myself to it. I'm not talking about possessing superpowers or saving babies from burning buildings, I mean the character of a hero. Strong. Never quits. Willing to sacrifice everything for what he knows to be right. I became very determined to have no weaknesses. Difficult in a culture that breeds weakness. Strong men and women are poor consumers. They don't need products to fill the emptiness they feel. The strong don't feel empty. Can't have that. So, like everyone else, I was bombarded with images and ideas that were not my own. These created concepts and opinions that knocked me so far from the ideal I had already cast in stone, that it created great conflict within me. Which was the real me. The hero, or the angry, opinionated jerk. Now, they both felt natural. Neither actually were. Of course, humans are designed to learn from what they observe, so it could be argued that both were, in fact, natural. Who knows? The point is, I wanted to be the hero. I wanted to always do what's right. I wanted my strength to be legendary. So, I became very rigid. Always trying to hold back what I felt were weaknesses. Forcing myself to be something that I conceived. I built a sturdy wall around myself to keep out anything that I felt could weakem me. Being human, and thusly limited in knowledge, I was unable to properly distinguish the difference in what would strengthen, and what would weaken. That was ultimately what led to my current state. I made some poor choices. Kept out a lot of things I desparately needed to let in. Held on to things that needed to go. I hate to think of the years I've wasted, but I do believe in paths, and I believe it was necessary for me to do this to myself. If I had done everything right, would I have learned anything? Would I have been able to relate to people who weren't perfect? Probably not. So, now I have to train myself to be natural. Sounds easy enough. We'll see how it goes. I'm thinking that wall won't come down in a day, though. But it will come down.  ¶ 4:05 p.m. 0 comments

  and so it must be I'm walking home from Imperial Motorcycles after having another disheartening talk about the fate of the 'Falcon', and I see two georgeous brunettes standing at the corner I'm approaching. There's a large cherry tree between us in full blossom, the strong wind has the petals cascading down and around us, like a scene from an overly dramatic Hong Kong film. When I am but 8 feet from these beauties, the one on the right smiles and says "Hi", to which I naturally respond with "Hi". It is just so unfortunate that I had no indication of the phlegm that had built up in my throat. Relax. I didn't project anything. But, I did sound precisely like Kermit the frog on heavy tranquilizers. Never done that before. And I was so sure they were just about to invite me into some dirty dalliance. Ah, it is written in the heavens that Scott shall ever be uncool in the presence of fine looking ladies. At least they had a good laugh. I admit, I did as well.  ¶ 4:13 p.m. 0 comments