I have to tell this story on myself: At our most recent silat class, we were working some basic entries from the first djuru, and Toby, Edwin, and I were cycling around. It was dark, the only light from four tiki torches, and it was raining. The tall and wide-canopied tree we were under stopped most of the rain, but some was getting through -- it was coming down pretty good.
Toby was attacking, and I was defending, and I wasn't paying attention, wasn't doing the technique as I should have been -- which was not waiting for his punch to arrive, but beating him to the position.
He stepped in and punched me in the jaw.
Not hard, but it was a real line, and I got tagged because I was mentally wool-gathering.
My fault entirely. Any time I miss a block, it's my fault -- even if I didn't know what was coming -- but which I did -- I should have had the line covered.
It was a good lesson in several ways. Had I been focused, had I stepped in, instead of waiting, it wouldn't have happened. It being dark and raining had better not matter. But I was goofing off, watching somebody else, mind wandering.
When being attacked, this is a bad thing.
Funny how getting hit now and then refocuses you. If I had to bet, I wouldn't expect that to happen again soon.