A Rekindled Fire
"Now, you need to remember that he has a pretty strong front kick, but he's weak up close. You need to get inside his reach and use a blitz. Mix your combinations and keep him on his toes." Blake kept repeating. I had heard this all day...and frankly I could recite it by heart. I knew what tactics I needed. I was sitting in my corner of the boxing ring; my legs and arms were wrapped in boxing tape and Blake, my Muay Thai instructor, was making sure my muscles were loose. Across from me, in the other corner, was my opponent, A.J. I didn't know much about him as a person, but as a martial artist, I knew quite a lot about him.
A.J was a karate practitioner, and had been for about 5 years. He was a black belt and very well trained by Sensei Knightly, the karate instructor who ran the dojo right next door to our gym. Blake and Sensei Knightly sometimes liked to have friendly competitions and would have their students spar with each other...but this was the first time I'd ever had a match wi