Jun
2
Watching Dynamo spar is an exercise in frustration.
It’s damn hard to watch him spar. He’s still very afraid of being hit, despite being padded to the teeth. I’ve even had him get into gear and made him take some kicks and punches from me so he could get used to the sensation of being hit. His still spends his whole bout back-pedaling. I’ve seen a girl six inches shorter and half his weight (hard to do, since he’s probably only 80lbs, dripping wet) chase him around the dojang floor with him never even trying to land a blow. Jay practically has to sit on me, as I want to jump down on the mat beside him and say, “No, stand here. Stand … now block … block again … now kick!”
