Love and kumite

Okay so that last post was a bit drama-ish. But heyyyyy it really did feel like it during the competition. Either way, I'll proceed to write a short post about my kumite (sparring) match.

While waiting for my next event to begin, guess who I saw? My nephew and niece, Nathaniel (nate for short) and olivia, my cousins "offspring" lol. I saw them outside the concourse walking in with my uncle and aunt from my dad's side, and immediately I squeeled like the happy fella I was and raaaaaaaan towards them. Imagine me wearing my gi, belt not worn, squeeling, and running like a complete idiot. Hilarious.

I got onto my knees and hugged them (yeah theyre kinda short) and mentioned how happy and surprised I was to see them here. I entertained them until it was my next event. But of course, I left myself eith more than enough energy for the upcoming match.

It was a few events after my kata, maybe 4 or so events. I was supposed to judge but guess they didnt really need my help since they were comfortable in the chairs. Jerome was up first against somebody (thought it was me though, my name was in the first bracket). And since I had all my gear ready, I had to pass him my shin guard among others, and had to scour around for a pair for myself.

By the time Jerome won his match, I still had not gotten my equipment ready. It took me a little bit more time to be prepared. Zhi jie was pitched against me. How unfortunate. FOR ME. Hahahhaa reason being that he learns a few martial arts, thus being well versed in combat. I determined I was doomed before the match even began. Nevertheless, I still did give it my best shot; he is an opponent, and I dont take skills into consideration when I enter the match. Sounds drama? Truth.

The match began and I scored the first point, perhaps too soon, within the first 10seconds. He then proceeded to throw (literally throw) punches and roundhouse kicks at me. Not part of sports kumite style that we try to follow during competitions, but he got the scores anyway. I got knocked to the ground after he swung (im not kidding, he did swing) a punch at me.

Medic got called in then and a few more times to check if I was alright. Once, I remember my nose beginning to bleed. Good thing it never came. Or else I'd be out of the match. He had already scored on a number of occasions till I told myself that the gap in our points scored (I was still stuck at that one point) was getting too wide. If he managed a 8point lead, I'd lose immediately. The next thing I told myself is that "no way am I letting this happen".

So I fought back as best as I could. I managed a few points, but by the time the time limit was up, I felt that I had lost. I wasnt even gasping for air, as I usually would be. I still cant decide if thats a good thing, or bad.

The referee announced that we had a tie. Hooray!! I didnt have my specs on so I couldn't tell what the score was. Whatever it was, the important thing was that the four judges and referee make their decision.

Bambambam. 3 flags to red, 2 flags to blue.

DANGGIT I LOST BY ONE FLAG WTH.
Haiyah. Suay. I think I could have won though. Honestly. Cuz I feel that I had better form..? Plus I followed the rules of the match. I didnt fight dirty. So clean.

Sigh anyway. Cant change it anyway. Bleughhhhhhhhh!! :<