There are times when you’re training and the Force is just strong that day: everything you do is right, your training partner can’t land a shot on you, you’re the reincarnation of Bruce Lee, Musashi and Bodidharma all in one.
Usually, just around the time you think nothing can go wrong, something does. If you’re lucky, only your ego gets a dent. If you’re not, it’s injury time. Sometimes, it’s your own damn fault that things go South but not always. Bad things can happen for no reason. Here are two examples of mine.

- I was sparring with one of my students who was in preparation for a competition. We were working on getting him used to fight an aggressive, hard-working yet elusive opponent. So I was moving in and out constantly, throwing both long and short combinations, changing angles and targets all the time, etc. I was feeling pretty good about myself because I managed to block almost everything my student dished out and landed a lot of my techniques. Next thing I know, he blocks my leg kick perfectly on his raised knee and it feels like I broke my shin bone. I look down to check it isn’t dangling off my leg in two pieces and I’m lucky after all; it isn’t. It just hurts like hell. So I suck it up and keep going. But I couldn’t kick with that leg anymore for two weeks.
- I train at home every day and have a set of warm up routines I do. I often change bits of them to experiment with new ideas, but the core is the same. I’ve been doing them for over 20 years now. One day, I go through them like usual. I don’t mean going through the motions, I’m doing things right and my body is warming up well. After I’m done, I sit down on a small chair to put on my other training shoes (lighter ones so I don’t mess up the heavy bag) and blow out my back. I didn’t drop down on the chair, I wasn’t carrying anything heavy, nor did I twist my spine. I just sat down as I always do and felt my back give out on me. It took months and months of work to get it fixed.
So, what are your training bloopers or incidents where Mr. Murphy came along?
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