Bradley, I'm sorry

Tonight, I learned — the mortifying way — why guys wear cups not only for their fights, but for practice as well.

Dear God.

Bradley was holding shields for us to practice kicks — leg kicks first (I ROCK leg kicks!), followed by push kicks, which I'm very near rocking. Except ...

I misjudged the distance. Bradley was too far out, my foot went too low (you aim for the the solar plexus), and ...

Now I know why.

I didn't hurt him, but I was horrified (it didn't help that I pretty much fell into him in the aftermath). And then I went and kicked his mouthguard out of his pocket. I couldn't look him in the eye the rest of practice.