Post by Samuel Weston on Apr 22, 2009 6:26:04 GMT 1
Dodge...dip...duck...ah dammit. I just keep thinking back to Dodgeball.
Samuel stood upright once more, letting his knees straighten out as he rubbed his forehead with his right hand. Before that movie, however funny, there had been several fundamentals of Judo that went the alliteration scheme of the letter D. It had been a while since he'd gone over the basics. Sam would consider himself lucky if all he'd lost was the verbal logistics.
Dressed in his thick white Judo gi, Samuel dived forward to practice his breakfall. It was nice to have the upper level of the gym to himself, the wrestling team having already come and gone, leaving the mats for his own practice. As he rolled up to his left side, Sam extended his left arm to spread out the shock of the fall, planting his right foot down with a bend at the knee as his left leg sprawled out. At the very least, Sam would still be able to take several falls himself before getting worn down. That was the most important thing right? Maybe his opponents would get tired of throwing him around and he'd win the match that way.
Doubtful. Work out the kinks already, man.
Sam rolled all the way up to his feet after his last dive, shadowing the basis of a basic shoulder throw. Keep your back in place, bend at the knee, absorb the force, and redirect. Sam was strong enough for a guy his size as it was. That, however, was just icing on the cake as far as Sammy considered it. The beauty of Judo was that you just used what your opponent gave you. That way, you could teach people lessons by letting them hurt themselves. That meant Sam wouldn't ever have to strike anybody himself. Hopefully that would keep true even given this school's recent reputation.
Samuel stood upright once more, letting his knees straighten out as he rubbed his forehead with his right hand. Before that movie, however funny, there had been several fundamentals of Judo that went the alliteration scheme of the letter D. It had been a while since he'd gone over the basics. Sam would consider himself lucky if all he'd lost was the verbal logistics.
Dressed in his thick white Judo gi, Samuel dived forward to practice his breakfall. It was nice to have the upper level of the gym to himself, the wrestling team having already come and gone, leaving the mats for his own practice. As he rolled up to his left side, Sam extended his left arm to spread out the shock of the fall, planting his right foot down with a bend at the knee as his left leg sprawled out. At the very least, Sam would still be able to take several falls himself before getting worn down. That was the most important thing right? Maybe his opponents would get tired of throwing him around and he'd win the match that way.
Doubtful. Work out the kinks already, man.
Sam rolled all the way up to his feet after his last dive, shadowing the basis of a basic shoulder throw. Keep your back in place, bend at the knee, absorb the force, and redirect. Sam was strong enough for a guy his size as it was. That, however, was just icing on the cake as far as Sammy considered it. The beauty of Judo was that you just used what your opponent gave you. That way, you could teach people lessons by letting them hurt themselves. That meant Sam wouldn't ever have to strike anybody himself. Hopefully that would keep true even given this school's recent reputation.
