May 192013

I was too slow.

Or he was too fast.

This is what it looks like when everything is going well

This is what it looks like when everything is going well

Whichever it was, I didn’t see it coming. Didn’t know what hit me until I was down (luckily not out).

A silence came over those gathered, then people rushed in to ask whether I was ok. I was able to get up, I was able to smile. Couldn’t be too bad. Still, it hurt!

This was during my latest capoeira festival. A day of workshops, playing, learning. Finished with a few rounds of friendly sparring. I stepped into the roda (the circle in which capoeira is played). Brazilian tunes, clapping, song, everything to get a good energy.

He kicked, I ducked, counter-kick over his head, swinging around, getting up. Right in the path of a foot. That I had not seen coming!

So now my face is slightly more purple than it usually is. It hurts, but only a bit. It looks as though a pair of thugs had an end-of-the-world-party on my eye however. But I guess the two worst things were that I couldn’t play anymore for the remaining half an hour of the festival, and that I’m not quite hurt enough to wear a pirate eye-patch…

I actually chose to play capoeira because I didn’t want to get all bruised… Sometimes we don’t get what we ask for I guess…
Of course, this is what happens in life. Sometimes you get hurt. Does that mean you should stop? Does it mean that I should stop playing capoeira? Of course not! I might be slightly more careful, but next week I’ll be out there again (blue eye and all), kicking ass (well, air. It is a no-contact sport after all. Officially.).

I really think it’s more important to get up with a smile than never to fall at all.

I am going to work on my reflexes though!

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