Double Digits I fear my IQ has dipped below one hundred.
On Saturday Michael was demonstrating his superior skills in the art of baguazhang and managed to land a clean punch to my left temple. It left me disorientated for a few seconds; long enough for an actual opponent to finish me off.
It has been a while since last my brain was rattled and I hope it will be a good while before it happens again.
Ouchy.
Still, the only way to develop real defensive skills is to allow yourself to be attacked on a somewhat regular basis. I just hope I get a lot better real quick.
Can't get dumber, dammit!  ¶ 5:42 p.m.