My karate teacher used to lead killer workouts. And just when you thought it had to be over, he'd decide to lead us on punches.
I used to work out with nunchucks. One problem. The second I got distracted, this happened.
My karate teacher had heard every excuse on stretching--including the problem of a belt being too tight.
The end of a good karate workout usually meant being unable to move off the floor.
I wasn't quite this bad, but I was responsible for more injuries on my self-defense sparring partner than I care to admit. I still feel guilty.
I was honestly this bad at throwing stars. I'd hit floor, ceiling, and everywhere on the wall except for the target.