Of the black sash testing was sparring.

there is something just gratifying about men hitting each other with fists, feet, and sticks.

I went in feeling pretty low about life, and tired (ok and nervous) - but had so much fun exchanging blows that I left feeling super-invigorated.

And i escaped with only two ripped up fingers and a sore jaw! (ok, ok, boys like to talk about their battle injuries too).