One day, I was coerced into attending a parade in my village. At the town square, while people paid their respects to a famous dead woman, a group of boys approached me. They said that they would teach me what they knew of capoeira if I would teach them what I knew of martial arts. Apparently, I "looked like" I knew how to fight...I'm not sure if that's because of the way I walked (which is actually quite awkward) or because I'm asian. Either way, sadly, they were kinda right...even though I stopped studying martial arts 13 years ago.
So...I started trying out capoeira. And then I realized something very obvious...I'm not as flexible as I was 13 years ago.
But it's still fun.
Peanuts?
Saturday, April 17, 2010
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