You Know You're Hooked on Karate When...
By De Stewart
Do you wake up Saturday mornings stiff and sore? Is another night like Friday night
the only thing that will make you feel better? Do you workout alone? Do you find
that once you've thrown a jab, you can't stop until you've followed it with a reverse
punch? If so, you may be (gasp!!) HOOKED ON KARATE. How do you know? Here are a
few clues.
- You know you're hooked when you refuse to wear shoes.
- You know you're hooked when you look for a place to live based on the amount
of practice space it provides.
- You know you're hooked when the Twelve Days of Christmas becomes: one boxing
bag, two boxing gloves, three shin pads (includes an extra pad for the one you'll
inevitably lose), four Tokaido gi's, five rolls of adhesive tape....twelve cases
of Tiger Balm.
- You know you're hooked when the books on your night stand are by authors
like Gichin Funakoshi, Hirokazu Kanazawa and Musashi Miyamoto.
- You know you're hooked when you actually crave a beach workout.
- You know you're hooked when the only clothes you'll wear are gis.
- You know you're hooked when you shop for clothes based on whether you can
kick in them.
- You know you're hooked when you shut the refrigerator door with a side thrust
kick.
- You know you're hooked when you have more bruises than a roller derby queen,
and you still go back for more.
- You know you're hooked when the first word out of your parrot's mouth is
KIAI!, and you teach your cat how to free spar.
Well, how did you score? Does any of these situations sound familiar? If so,
it's hopeless - you're hooked. The only option now is to join CKA, Compulsive Karatekas
Anonymous. Don't fret though. I'm sure you'll find plenty of familiar faces. See
you there.
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