I did Karate for about 10 years. Waking up on Saturday morning at 9am was annoying to say the least, but taught me the core fundementals of martial arts which i remember until today. The weird smell of feet in the karate dojo became the Saturday morning smell. It.Was.Rank. But such a huge part of chilhood and i loved it deep down. We were a bunch of pubescent kids thinking we were Ralph Macciho from Karate Kid. Me and my bro would watch that movie before competitions (yes we both attempted the flying kick in numerous fights) and try to memorize the routines in the movie. Lets just say… they never.. EVER worked.