I used to have nightmares where I'd be fighting to protect my family or a friend, and when I'd throw a punch, I'd put everything I had into it, and it would brush the guy's face with little or no force. I'd get beat up and there was nothing I could do to defend them or myself. It kind of makes me think of "Dragon" the Bruce Lee story, where he has to fight his demon. When I started sparring, I realized how much power I really had. I still get that feeling sometimes, like this guy is just too good, but like Iron Man said, he's just a guy, and I can beat him. That helps my confidence a lot. Plus, I don't mind going home with knots, cuts and bruises. The lady loves it.
Actually, she hates it, but somehow it works out for me.
Last edited by davidm724; 07-21-2008 at 05:43 AM.