gainesville dojo

On a bike ride home from downtown, I swung into Gainesville Dojo to pick up a class schedule. Not that, um, it was for me or anything.

The place is welcoming and intimidating at the same time. You'll be dodging kickboxers and punching bags, half-expecting to be pummeled to the matt any second. Then someone, an instructor, will turn around, introduce himself and welcome you to the place where he spends most of his time.

For fighters trying to avoid getting their brains knocked out, a photographer is really their last concern.