Also, remembering the different backgrounds people brought to the dojo.

The cheapest black belts we realized were Taekwondo, a yellow belt could disassemble them by getting distance for their kicks and rushing them before they reestablished two-foot balance.

We had this guy with a soccer background, he would deliver wicked kicks to your thighs that would sting like hell and significantly slow you if he kept landing them, then when you started putting your hands down to block them you’d open yourself up for his roundhouses, that’s how I got my ribs cracked.