Make a Friend of Fear
It was only a bare foot, but I was unable to keep it from landing someplace on my body. My breath was labored and my arms and legs felt like…
Zen Breathing
It was bone-chilling cold. Breath turned to mist in front of my eyes, and my thin gi was clammy to the touch. Outside it was still dark, the sun would…
Know your Limits
Bruce Lee and I were having dim sum, a traditional Chinese breakfast of meat-filled pastries, in a downtown Los Angeles restaurant after a lesson. I seized on this opportunity to…