Boot to the Head

Kym is really thrilled with herself today. I was just remembering one of the proudest moments I've had in recent history, and she was resisting the urge to dance around.

It happened in a sparring class, you see. There's this really tall guy named Dennis. Yes; Dennis. He's like a skyscraper. You feel like you're trying to tackle a professional basketball player when they put you in a ring with him. And he's not a skinny weakling, either! He could have helped build the pyramids. And his favorite technique seems to be putting his foot through your skull. As if it's not scary enough standing in the looong shadow of your sparring partner, you also get the fact that his legs are about as long as your body, and you've got to somehow survive dodging past them.

He's six-four. I'm five-six. His only weakness appears to be his inflexibility. And, honestly, what six foot four giant realistically has to kick higher than his chest? Anyway, that's a weakness because I can throw a kick and hit something that's six inches away from me.

So what happens when I spar Dennis is I get so close he can't kick up his heels properly, and pound away with my hands, while he's running for his life. But he's still so TALL that my feet are pretty useless anyway. Except for that one time. He spun in the wrong direction at the same time as my foot was swinging somewhere around the stratosphere, dodging a couple of clouds. The top of my foot connected with his jaw, and surprised me more than it surprised him. Hallelujah, it was like kicking the moon! Except the moon wouldn't reel backwards and almost lose its balance.

Kym is still really proud of that. How many people can claim kicking that high while keeping one foot on the ground? Kym is still doing her victory dance from that one.