Punky Fu

We train in the dark and cold, late, and under the cover of darkness.

It is cold - and our bodies are initially reluctant. But the Way of the Warrior doesn’t know temperature.

So we push ourselves until the cold no longer exists.

Fists pumping and pounding - flesh on bone - pumped with blood. We both want so much to succumb to other fleshly pursuits… but the training needs must come first - lest we have nothing left to give to it.

Awkward and forced at first - and then abandonment to the movement and the spirit of the dragon fills our lungs.

There are others who dream about the same goals. There are those who seek the same path. But we walk it together - the way is in the training - but as one, it is a cause for celebration -

of laughter, of movement, of life.