It's varied over the years, depending on where I was living and what I was doing. But there has never been a day that I haven't thought about Martial Arts, not passing thoughts, but long complicated thoughts about everything. There has never been a day my hands haven't moved in a martial arts related way while having these thoughts and walking through the kitchen or doing this or doing that. I think more about Martial Arts than I did about sex when I was 15 years old. There has never been a day I haven't flexed my core, or fast twitched a partial turn, or slipped my head while raising a push block. Never been a day I haven't gripped my feet on whatever service I was standing on, regardless of what I was wearing. Never been a day I haven't sized somebody up, studied how they move, what hand they were favoring, what their expression said or what they were looking at. It all runs on some sort of automatic tape, sometimes consciously, sometimes not. It's just always there. It's like thinking about food, or the movies, or the weather, it's just there.
I've also done at least a million pushups at home over the last forty years. And enough planks to build a board walk from here to Tibet.
I've also done at least a million pushups at home over the last forty years. And enough planks to build a board walk from here to Tibet.