The Adventure: Ninja Training
I am the world’s biggest dorkmeister.
To think that I could become a ninja was likely a bad idea. After all, there are sharp pointy things that can pierce the skin…not to mention those long blunt objects that can flatten me with one thrust.
I got my ass handed to me by a 6’4”, third Degree Black Belt Ninja practitioner and instructor.
The part that got me was when he couldn’t stop giggling at the hot mess I was.
With a flick of the wrist, I was flat on my back.
When I ran at him screaming (intimidation tactics) with two fake swords, one in each hand, I was put down so fast, I barely had time to blink.
And did I mention that it’s all on video?
It has the potential to be out there for all the world to see.
I am, without question, NOT a stealthy ninja.
I am not a coordinated ninja.
I am simply the world’s biggest dork.
So, I may not ever become a ninja, but a girl can always dream.
© Monthly Adventure, Patricia Taylor, December 2012