Use Your Brain(pad)

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When it was determined that the family schedule had shifted, that my husband would now be able to attend my first sparring session, the first response was one of relief.

"Oh, good," Greg said. But almost immediately, he corrected himself. "I mean, uh, no. Why don't I let you go handle this first one yourself," he says.

"What does that mean?" I ask.

"I'm just not sure about this whole you getting hit in the head thing."

(He had forgotten I survived this.)

"I'm not going to get hit," I said. "I'm so fast that last night I turned the light switch off in my bedroom, and I was in bed before the room was dark." (I've mistaken myself for Muhammed Ali.)

Greg continues. "I have this vision of you getting punched for the first time, and just sort of stopping and saying, Hey, wait a second! That hurt!"

Apparently, this interest in boxing will be thrown in the corner once I realize it's actually about taking punches, according to Greg.

I'm wondering about this myself, I must admit. Last night, when my instructor walloped the side of my naked head to point out, in her kind way, that my guard was down, I did sort of stop and raise my eyebrows. Whah...?

Next Thursday I'll conduct a clinical experiment: Do I really want to participate in a sport that requires a "brain-pad mouthguard"?

Comments

  1. jennahrationexDecember 17, 2010 at 2:54 PM

    Ironically enough, as I read this, I am wearing a for-some-reason-as yet-inexplicable-I-started-grinding-my-teeth-while-awake plastic mouth guard. (You boil it in a pot; remove the guard, and the plastic is supposed to conform to your teeth.) What clinical experiment are you conducting?

    Either way, I admire your - and I feel like your great-aunt Hepzibah using this word - pluck, which is also a verb I hope no one ever has to use regarding broken teeth from your mouth. As always, you continue to rock, regardless of my attempts at dental humor. I have teeth on the brain it seems. :)

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  2. Amy PhillipsDecember 17, 2010 at 4:31 PM

    Let's go shopping for mouthpieces and dog purses! Just a suggestion.

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  3. Robot BoyDecember 20, 2010 at 1:27 AM

    Don't worry, it takes a lot of blows to the head to cause long-term brain injury!
    I tried to friend you on facebook but couldn't find you.
    Regards

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