Do any of u guys participate in other physical activities seriously besides martial arts? How do u find these complement your MA? Do u have any interesting stories in these activities?
I for one am an enthusiastic bicyclist. I find it is very good for strength, endurance and just general enjoyment. And I do have a story to tell about some stuff i got into yesterday.
At one point, I was speedin down this road really REALLY fast. All of a sudden, this huge bunch of happy-go-lucky Japanese tourists began crossing the road at the crossing ahead of me, to get to their tourist bus which was on the other side of the road. SH!T!!!!!!! So I slammed on the breaks as hard as I could, and stopped just in time before running into the crowd of colourful clothes and foreign tongues. While I was stopped and waiting for them to cross, this pro-looking bike rider dude stopped beside me, about three metres away. He had bulging eyes, was wearing a bright fluro shirt and had bike shorts so tight I could tell he was Jewish just at a glance. Slowly, he turned his head towards me and gave me a challenging look. I wasn’t quite sure what it was about at first, but then he proceeded to make revving noises with his mouth while he squeezed his break as though it was an accelorator pedal. Being the kind of person who never backs out of a challenge, I gave him a confident stare and then a nod. He nodded back. By now, the crowd of Jap tourists had nearly finished crossing. It seemed as though time stood still as we both braced ourselves, minds and bodies entirely concentrated and ready. Suddenly, we both sprung into action and sped off as quickly as we could. As we raced down the long road, we were quite evenly matched. My legs began to burn, but I kept pedalling madly, as fast as I could, knowing full well that any slackening could lead to my loss. Seeming disgruntled at my ability to keep up with him, the pro-bike dude started with the dirty tactics. BANG! In one quick moment, he had slammed his bike against mine, and I’d flew off and hit the ground. I watched in pain and humiliation as he sped off, looking back at me with those bulging eyes while smiling and waving. However, his victory was short-lived. While he was looking back at me, he failed to realise that he was veering off to the left, and heading straight for a parked car. He turned around just in time to see it and slow down, but still ended up hitting it and falling off his bike. As we both lay there breathing heavily and nursing our wounds, the tourist bus drove past us, then pulled up so that they could all get out and look and laugh and take photos of us.
I for one am an enthusiastic bicyclist. I find it is very good for strength, endurance and just general enjoyment. And I do have a story to tell about some stuff i got into yesterday.
At one point, I was speedin down this road really REALLY fast. All of a sudden, this huge bunch of happy-go-lucky Japanese tourists began crossing the road at the crossing ahead of me, to get to their tourist bus which was on the other side of the road. SH!T!!!!!!! So I slammed on the breaks as hard as I could, and stopped just in time before running into the crowd of colourful clothes and foreign tongues. While I was stopped and waiting for them to cross, this pro-looking bike rider dude stopped beside me, about three metres away. He had bulging eyes, was wearing a bright fluro shirt and had bike shorts so tight I could tell he was Jewish just at a glance. Slowly, he turned his head towards me and gave me a challenging look. I wasn’t quite sure what it was about at first, but then he proceeded to make revving noises with his mouth while he squeezed his break as though it was an accelorator pedal. Being the kind of person who never backs out of a challenge, I gave him a confident stare and then a nod. He nodded back. By now, the crowd of Jap tourists had nearly finished crossing. It seemed as though time stood still as we both braced ourselves, minds and bodies entirely concentrated and ready. Suddenly, we both sprung into action and sped off as quickly as we could. As we raced down the long road, we were quite evenly matched. My legs began to burn, but I kept pedalling madly, as fast as I could, knowing full well that any slackening could lead to my loss. Seeming disgruntled at my ability to keep up with him, the pro-bike dude started with the dirty tactics. BANG! In one quick moment, he had slammed his bike against mine, and I’d flew off and hit the ground. I watched in pain and humiliation as he sped off, looking back at me with those bulging eyes while smiling and waving. However, his victory was short-lived. While he was looking back at me, he failed to realise that he was veering off to the left, and heading straight for a parked car. He turned around just in time to see it and slow down, but still ended up hitting it and falling off his bike. As we both lay there breathing heavily and nursing our wounds, the tourist bus drove past us, then pulled up so that they could all get out and look and laugh and take photos of us.
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