Taste My Steel, You Dog!

On weekends I train in two forms of Yang-style Tai Chi sword.

It requires open space, so I practice in Victoria Park. The area is wide enough to accommodate my movements, yet allow people adequate space to skirt the zone. I don't block the entire path.

Regardless, some people walk right through my form as though I weren't there.

If I saw a big white guy flinging a sword about I sure as heck wouldn't walk within striking distance; I'd give him a wide berth. That's common sense.

The sword's edges aren't sharp, but were I not careful I could put a dent in someone's skull.

There's nothing more irritating in the midst of a tricky move than to have to pause midway through to wait for some clueless mouth-breather to stroll past.

I don't know what they're thinking about, but self-preservation isn't near the top of the list.

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