Well, it was bound to happen.
Getting back into Karate has been awesome. My kids are really digging it and have already advanced to white belt/green stripe. I couldn’t be more proud.
The other guys from way-back-when and I are having a great time reminiscing about old times. The other night, Kevin, one of the nicest bad-ass black belts you’ll ever meet, brought in some old newspaper clippings of us from 1985-1988. We were in the paper more than I remembered it seems.
I was very impressed with the trophies (I am not sure where all of mine went?), but mostly I was impressed at how in shape I was. If I knew back then how good I looked, I would have been impossible to be around. Tan, fit, able to kick your butt. It was so awesome to see myself at my best physically!!!
So what did I do to follow that awesome feeling up? Pulled a hamstring. POP! RIP! OUCH!
Now, hamstrung with memories of rolling on the floor in pain, I look forward to getting back out there and creating some new memories with my kids. Hopefully they won’t take 24 years to realize how awesome they are.
The World According to McBud 