I was leading a small group through a form. We got to the point where you're supposed to kiyhap (yell) and normally we'll say "and say 'HAAA!'", but this time I said "say something."
This guy yells, "SOMETHING!"
I had to give him pushups, but I was laughing.
I don't understand why you "had" to give him pushups, if he did precisely what you asked. I'm confused... Students are funny that way.
I had a football player, played defensive line I think, in high school. Joined the TKD class. Bigger guy for as you might expect for a high school lineman. Not terribly athletic, but mass and strength do play their part.
He was tall enough, and had enough wits and quickness to him that he never really felt threatened by anyone kicking at his face. Punches, sure... but in the sport TKD at the time face-punches were insurance verboten so the rules played to his advantage. He get scored upon, then shrug and say, "That wouldn't have hurt anyway."
I asked him one time, "Are you going to tournament fight, or just learn... what?"
"Nah... no tournaments. I just want to learn taekwondo."
"OK," says I, "Then I have to have you have your hands up. These kids aren't strong enough to tap your face with their padded foot to make you understand the why, and having someone bloody your nose for it is apparently frowned upon *I was smiling* by the owner's liability policy carrier... you don't want to have any sort of automatic setting when you want to use it to have your hands down at your sides like a TKD tourney fighter. Not good."
"OK."
"OK? Got it? OK, great"
So, when I'm around him, he's trying to please the guy witht he black belt (I was only 21, but a bit older than him and big enough), but I noticed that when I wasn't around to reinforce/remind him, when he'd move down they'd drop.
Caught him at it once when he didn't see me, "Hey partner... you have your hands down again and we had a deal on that. Just like with everything else, I've got to use pushups as a reminder, so keep 'em up!"
"OK."
Scroll forward a couple weeks and we happened to have some visitors come by my instructors dojang (Rolla, Mo.). Visitors had some high-level competitors with a visiting instructor who were on their way from OKC to St. Louis for some competition or other, stopping by to see my instructor as those guys were old friends. Impromptu sparring class started as these things tend to happen...
The lineman shows up and dresses out and gets into the mix a bit. Does his thing, but... again... has his hands down. Note... he's not been around me in class for a couple weeks. I was gone some for class, he was gone some, maybe we were just missing each other... but he'd regressed all the way back.
Long story short, he ended up sparring this lanky drink of water with lovely, long black hair that she wore in a very loose pony tail, collected at the nape of her neck. Loose below that. She was probably just a couple inches shorter than the guy & I. The problem was, she outranked me... A LOT. Probably started doing poomse in the womb. Anyway, she was just going thrugh the motions with our people, touching here and there... and unless I could slip inside a round kick and catch her with an inner reap to drop the contest to the mat I did NOT want any part of that right then.
She ended up with linman guy and they start, and he does his "I'm a tourney fighter" thing... badly. She's nice to him. "She mentions that his hnds s are low..." I stop to watch more intently. Spidey senses went off, ya might say.
"It's OK. I'm too big. Nobody can get to my face."
I murmur loud enough so the two of them can hear me, "Remember, you & I talked about that a couple weeks back," right about the same time as
she says, "Oh?"
Front leg, Same-leg front kick to low abdomen, snaps up to POWER round kick to the side of his meaty head. Pow-BLAM!
… it rocks his world... it did.
So, when I know he's all good... you can guess the rest of the story.