Much to the apparent dismay of my coworkers, I elected to spend nearly a half-hour of quality time with the makiwara that are planted outside the Mapleton dojo.
Because the rubber pads on the makiwara have been well loved, there are a few distinct grooves that you’re mostly forced to punch into. I don’t mind doing this, but they did earn me some very… disgusting looking middle knuckles. It’s not much of a realization that I have sorely missed makiwara training. I think I’m quite close to buying some rice rope and converting the bird-feeder post in the back yard into one.
Either way, my coworkers are horrified by the looks of my knuckles. They’re not half as bad as some of them that I’ve seen. Desk jockeys, what good are they?
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