i train wherever i can find space and time--which sometimes means an empty
parking lot after midnight when my family is asleep. desperate times...
the other night i had finished a round of padwork in just such an empty parking
lot--where a wall could buffer the propped matts i had upright against the wall.
it was the last thing i had to do--headbutting the pads.
a patrol car that was apparently checking into something that had just taken place
started shining it's spot lights on me. i don't believe in 'acting' guilty. it was meant
to provoke a reaction and have me walk over, or walk off...or run. god knows.
i just kept slamming my head into what may have looked a bit like the wall.
the spot light kept shining. the patrol car circled the block and got another peripheral
view of me. circled again. then drove off with me still hitting my fat head into the pads.
i was chuckling to myself all the way home--it was an odd scene.
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