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Gi Goodness Martial Arts | My Life 06 OCT 2010

Pleasingly, after the great debacle of the splitting of my one and only karate gi pants at the worst possible financial moment, I’ve managed to secure a replacement gi in a pretty short space of time – and at an absolute bargain price to boot!

Although I pushed my ripped pants into one or two more practices at the cost of my dignity, the fact of the matter was that it was beyond repair and was now showing off far too much of my tighty whiteys to be of any further use.

Now of course securing karate supplies in Gordon’s Bay is not a particularly easy task and so I didn’t have too much choice outside of the usual suspects of Sportsman Warehouse and Mr Price Sport down at Somerset Mall.

My first stop was Sportsman Warehouse, where unfortunately the biggest size they had in stock happened to be a 5 (Karate gi’s have a horrible sizing system in case you’re wondering. Nothing standard here I’m afraid). Although desperate and keen to give it a try, the fact of the matter was that I couldn’t pull the pants up beyond the middle of my thighs, and so with a big sad sigh, I abandoned the snug looking 5 and left, dejected.

Mr Price Sport was next, and the initial look wasn’t great. Lots of kids’ gi’s ranging from sizes 000 to 3, so no luck there. However, my eye then spotted some packaging sticking out from under the shelves. Grabbing at them, rather hopefully I’ll admit, I was thrilled to the core when out came two packets bearing a a great big 7 on them.

Ah ha, success!

Well more or less. Size 6 is what I’m actually looking for but at this point I’ll take what I can get. A quick trip to the dressing rom confirmed that I technically swim in these oversized gi’s, but nothing a trip to mom and her sewing equipment can’t fix I’m sure!

But that wasn’t the best part of my find. Oh no. The best part was by far the price on what is rather obviously old stock which the store simply can’t get rid of. At the top of a multitude of price stickers, one over the other, sat a bright orange sticker exclaiming its price to the world – R59!

R59 for a suit that usually costs between R300 and R400? Damn it, I’ll take 2 please!! :)

(Which I did by the way. And yes, I do look a little funny in these oversized threads! :P)

Splittig Gi’s Martial Arts | My Life 29 SEP 2010

Hey, I've even produced a comic on this topic before - told you it happens a fair bit to me! :P

I seem to be making a habit of this you know. Splitting gi’s (or dogis if you prefer) that is.

The latest ripped white training pants to add itself to my notorious list of shredded pants, joined the ranks at Monday night’s training session, where Gerhard and myself were going through the steps for Shisome, the newly renamed first kata under the Funakoshi International style, under the watchful eye of sensei Birgitt.

As I spun around from a nice and relaxed kamae stance into a more bowlegged back stance towards the end of the kata, there was the usual loud ripping noise I’ve become rather accustomed to, prompting an exclamation from sensei as to whose poor knees were giving out now. Shamefully I replied that for a change it wasn’t a body part disagreeing with the sudden movement, but rather my trusty old pants who had now had enough of the incessant abuse I dish out to it every Monday and Wednesday evening.

Come to think of it, it had tried to commit seppuku once before, but my mom jumped to the rescue with needle and thread. This time however there is no saving it, as it has now well and truly committed ritual suicide. (Though it will have to do for tonight’s training over a very white underpants until I can get to the shops on Saturday to try and find a replacement!)

Sigh, me and my ripped pants.

It’s becoming a signature thing I tell you! ;)

The House of C 009: Let Her Rip! The House of C 01 FEB 2010

This embarrassingly enough has happened to me before you know (not the g-string bit though). Just as class was about to get underway, still happily stretching in anticipation of a good bout of training, I squatted to loosen up my hears and was horrified to hear a loud ripping noise as I went down.

Needless to say, I had underestimated my dogi’s stretchiness and now had to contend with a rather large, gaping hole in my pants, underpants happily showing my bum cheek off to anyone who cared.

Still, the practice was good and I must say, it was certainly more airy training that way…