I had the same sort of thing when I studied Karate/Kempo as an adult, suredunord by little kids and teenagers.The really fun part? As the only adult in the room, the nearest person to spar with me was a 15-year-old boy who blushed every time he came near my chest area which of course happens a lot when you’re trying to hit someone in their core area. It was quite funny, and a little sweet. The sensei often ended up taking pity on him and sparring with me himself, much to my own dismay I always ended up with bruises from hitting his tree trunk arms and legs. Like rocks! Ow.And yeah, Roundhouse kicks rock!
I had the same sort of thing when I studied Karate/Kempo as an adult, suredunord by little kids and teenagers.The really fun part? As the only adult in the room, the nearest person to spar with me was a 15-year-old boy who blushed every time he came near my chest area which of course happens a lot when you’re trying to hit someone in their core area. It was quite funny, and a little sweet. The sensei often ended up taking pity on him and sparring with me himself, much to my own dismay I always ended up with bruises from hitting his tree trunk arms and legs. Like rocks! Ow.And yeah, Roundhouse kicks rock!