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Justin Pretorius asked:


Almost every male you’re likely to come across will tell you that at some stage of his life he would have done some form of martial arts, boxing or wrestling. Most males will also admit that they don’t feel it did anything for them but to be a fun past time. There are those however where martial arts, boxing and or wrestling has made a major impact on their lives, whether good or bad.

I won’t bore you with my life story but I am somebody who has done boxing and karate in my life time and believes it’s because of those disciplines that I have managed to avoid serious injury in accidents. My fondest memory of bike riding was when I became quite proficient at riding on my racing bike, i.e. going at full tilt for more than 5km’s without needing to rest. It was a beautiful sunny school day with clear visibility and radiant sunshine, so I can’t even use the weather as an excuse.  We had a very steep hill near where I used to stay which I loved racing down at top speed in trying to beat the robot, which I will admit beat me on one or two occasions. On this particular day I was zooming down at full speed with my well greased wheels whirring, the wind whipping through my hair and the open manhole waiting to meet me. I could swear I saw my life flash before my eyes as I hit that man hole and in a very relaxed state flew over the handle bars with the wind still whipping through my hair and doing one of those rolls that I had spent hrs practicing in karate class, I then did a matrix style move and the bike avoided taking my face off by mere millimeters. I got up, dusted myself off, found that I was in no way harmed, not even scratched and carried my bike with its bent wheel home. Apart from childhood fun I believe martial arts saved my life again when as an adult I had a terrific accident when going down the highway at 130km’s an hr my front left tire burst and immediately sent the car rolling 9 times. I’ll admit that while everything was happening I only saw the roof, windscreen and steering wheel repeatedly and at to close for comfort quarters. Amazingly the lessons I learnt in those sometimes painful classes came to the fore and I automatically and sub consciously relaxed my entire body. I got out of the accident with minor cuts and bruises a bit of whiplash and of course a bit shaken. I was back on my feet again in a few minutes though and was running round the car finding was to help my sister who, although not badly hurt was bleeding from various places.

So next time moms you decide that martial arts might not be for your little girl or boy then look at this article and think a bit more on the subject, what they learn in those classes may save their lives someday.



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Jonathan Selwood asked:


As humans, we again and again find ourselves dumping resources into lost causes: be they pointless wars, failed public policies, hopeless dating prospects, annoying friends, or dandelion-free lawns. I say take a stand (or actually, a seat in this case), and just quit.

Despite proclamations to the contrary from lame duck presidents, failure is an option, and often the most expedient one.

Tenth grade was the year that I learned the most important lesson of my life. I had somehow found myself on both the football and the wrestling teams despite a deep and profound hatred for the twin sports of football and wrestling. I don’t think I’m alone in falling victim to peer/societal pressure during high school, but my participation in these sports (in particular the after-school practices) was making my life a living hell. In smoggy 100+ degree L.A. heat, the football coach would make the team run around the track until people literally started puking (with me often leading the trend), and the wrestling coach would force us to attend three-hour-plus practices which left us so worn-out that we inevitably lost the actual matches.

By tenth grade, I started praying that my carpool would crash on the ride to school and leave me too crippled to play. Desperate and on the verge of tears, I confessed this to a friend one day, and after looking at me like I was some kind of lunatic, he said simply, “Dude, quit.”

Quit?

The thought that I could actually quit something had never crossed my mind. After all, “quitters never win” and “winners never quit” and “good things come in small packages”… etc. That very day, I went up to my football coach and told him I was quitting. Since I basically ****** at football, he simply said “okay” and shrugged. Elated beyond belief, I went straight home and turned on the TV. Learning to quit had miraculously changed me from a miserable ******* running circles around a field until I vomited into a smiling young man lounging on the couch eating raw cookie dough out of the tube. Not only that, but I finally found time to indulge in some of those recreational drugs I’d been hearing so much about.

Of course, a few months later when wrestling season started, I learned that quitting isn’t always so easy. While I was far from a great wrestler, I was at least okay, and just so happened to be the only kid in my weight class. I also had a psychopath for a coach.

When I came into the gym before practice, and told him I was quitting, he turned a disturbing shade of plum.

“You can’t quit! You’re our 175 pounder!”

“I’m sorry, but wrestling just isn’t for me.”

“What are you some kind of homo?” (Since wrestling essentially involves rolling around on the floor and groping other skimpily-clad boys, homophobia was actively encouraged.)

“Uh… no…”

“Listen to me.” Since he wasn’t a tall man, he went up on his tiptoes to get in my face. “If you quit now, you will regret this for the rest of your goddamn life. On your f#!%ing deathbed in whatever loser s#!%hole you end up in, you will regret this!”

All the other miserable wrestlers had stopped rolling around on the sweat-soaked mats and were staring at me in awe by this point, but I stayed strong and walked out of the gym a quitter. I have to admit that for the next hour or so, I was in shock, wondering if I really had made a horrible decision. But when I got home, cranked up the stereo, and kicked it on the couch with my tube of cookie dough and bong, I started to cry—tears of joy. It is, to this day, the single best decision I have ever made.

EXERCISES

Do you regularly find yourself “putting in extra effort?” Perhaps you occasionally “burn the midnight oil” or even find yourself “sautéing the corporate shiitake?” Well, the following exercises should make you a quitter in no time.

1) TAKE UP A NEW HOBBY OR SPORT AND THEN QUIT IT

I recommend doing this in the “New Year’s Resolution” tradition. I’ll take up a sport (I thinking boxing was the last one I tried) and train like a madman for a week, spending hours in the gym or on the field and reading every book I can find on the subject. Then at the end of the week, I quit. I tell you, it makes you feel like you’re lying on the couch eating cookie dough for the first time.

With hobbies I go out of my way to pick something really really pointless, lest I end up actually enjoying it. I’ve tried everything from trainspotting to studying Esperanto. At the end of the week, I ***** open a twelve pack and watch Family Guy reruns until I forget every bit of useless hobby-related knowledge I’ve acquired. It’s almost on par with bitch-slapping your boss and walking out of a job you really ****.

2) QUIT READING NOW AND DO NOT ANSWER THE FOLLOWING QUESTIONS:

1) What’s the most amount (in kilograms) of cheese that you’ve ever eaten in one sitting?

2) If you had to have nonconsensual *** with a member of the crustacean subphylum, would you go lobster or crab?

3) Valium or Vicodin?

4) Would you rather slaughter and clean an ostrich or a moose?

5) Are you more prejudiced against redheads or people with webbed toes?

6) If you were a **** star, what would be your onscreen specialty?

7) Would you rather have really big hair or a really small head?

They just announced that your plane’s departure time has been delayed ten minutes. Do you join all the other moronic passengers in whipping out your cell phone and calling someone who obviously doesn’t give a crap?

9) Would you rather spend two years in a maximum security prison, or have your left foot amputated?

10) If you had to bludgeon a small child to death, would you use:

a) A baseball bat.

b) A hammer.

c) A golf club.

d) Another small child.



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