The thing that surprised me most about being kicked in the gonads during a sparring session a few weeks ago was how little it hurt. Or seemed to hurt at the time. It was the next day when the incessant dull throb of discomfort was visited upon my wrinkled retainer. It hadn’t been a good fight for me. The Wu Shu Kwan senior instructor kept shouting at my fast legged aggressor in an attempt to dissuade him for his brutal actions. She kept encouraging me to use combinations. It’s lucky I don’t bruise easy. I have resorted to researching one inch punches.