But then at the end we all did free sparring with Sensei Puddin'. As the most junior student, I was last, which was pretty good, because having seen a lot of people far more advanced than me make amusing cock-ups, I felt less worried about the ones I was bound to make. The problem was that when I stood up to go fight, Sensei Puddin' said to me
Oh yeah, take your glasses off. Now, I understand the health and safety reasons for this: a punch in the glasses could break them, blind me totally and embed glass in the puncher's hand. Not entirely safe. The problem with me taking my glasses off is that I am as blind as a bat without them. So my first proper (not formalised three or five step sparring) fight with my Sensei was conducted with me feeling like Rutger Hauer in Blind Fury. I couldn't judge distance, I couldn't see what his hands were doing, I couldn't react properly, and basically I was utter rubbish. I landed a couple of punches, but only because I wasn't stepping back when I should have been, and was too close in. If he'd wanted to, he could have handed me my arse on a plate before I even saw him coming.
I don't know what I can do about this. I don't want contact lenses, they hurt me and I feel weird without my specs on. But if I'm going to fight properly, competitively, there's nothing else I can do. Trying to fight a white blob that keeps laughing at you is not the way forward in competition... :(
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