Anyone over 50 (closer to 60 in my case) who spends three days at a karate tournament is young at heart. No doubt about it... being around the young and not-so-young martial artists is a dose of rejuvenating tonic. The energy and excitement is palpable and I am inspired by the hope of victory and enpowered by their dedication. I recently attended the Golden Gate Internationals playing photo journalist and although I wanted to believe I was younger and that my saggy skin, wrinkles and age spots had magically peeled away, a quick look in the mirror proved otherwise. The aches in my joints reminded me of my age too and if all that weren't enough, a blind sided hit by battling point kickboxers that burst through the line of an adjacent ring sent me sprawling to the ground. That was the knockout punch of any illusions of youth. It takes of lot of force to move my mass and once I topple beware of aftershocks. It took a minute to gather my wits and with a friendly tug from a considerate karate coach I was back on my feet. I only suffered wounded pride and embarrassment, but the sound of the collective gasp of the crowd sucking up the air as I tumbled, still resounds in my ear.

My assignment, although admittedly self appointed, was to cover the drama and excitement of the tournament in photos and words. With my press pass around my neck and my trusty Canon 1DMKIII, which thankfully was not worse for wear after my fall, I embarked upon the task. Of course this was all to the chagrin of my children who have suffered a ringside mom with camera gear for years. They are relieved that they no longer have to listen to my rants about focus problems and low light shooting. Even worse were my attempts to convince them that the photographs of the pained and often funny expressions on their faces during a fight constituted drama. Now they are happily on the sidelines, lurking in the shadows where the blinding spotlight of Mother's pride doesn't hit them, but thats another story.

The Golden Gate Internationals is an NBL (National Blackbelt League) sanctioned event which normally starts on Friday evening with blackbelt competition, concluding on Sunday with underbelt competition. The climax is on Saturday evening with finals for blackbelts and the grand championship awards in sparring and forms.

Nowdays it seems it is not enough to just promote a strictly "karate" tournament. With the advent of MMA, promoters are enticed to add more events to the roster such as Brazilian Jiujitsu and kickboxing. The Golden Gate Internationals also included the Filipino art of stick fighting. This means for us mothers that there are even more ways for our children to be hurt, although I have learned through the years that Sport Karate is a relatively safe sport. Sure, there are occasional broken noses, fingers and toes. My son broke his teamate Julio's nose, but it now looks better than before. My daughter's nose sustained a hairline fracture, but is thankfully the same cute upturned shape. I still cringe when I remember her contact lens getting shattered in her eye from a punch and having to visit the emergency room in New York one winter.

Now there’s the advent of point kickboxing. The cute little fighters in their protective gear soon grow into hardened bodies with no protective chest or shin pads. I spent some time around the kickboxing ring and judging by the throng of spectators concluded it is a very popular event. Fighters bludgeon each other with fists which for amateurs are covered with heavy gloves. During the heat of one fight, a blood-lusting young competitor called out "his guard is down, punch him in the face". While I don't know if that's strictly allowed, fighters were punched in the face a lot. As in karate, kicking is a technique used by the kickboxing fighters, but not as much as the name would imply. Instead of the array of kicks in point karate fighting from the axe to the spinning aerial kicks, round house kicks are the norm in point kickboxing. These are aimed to the side of the head and thigh area. The subtleties of small angles and elusive movements of karate are lost in kickboxing which is a real rock’em sock’em sport. One karate-trained competitor sent his surprised opponent sailing accross the ring with a well placed sidekick only to lose the match when the brawl started in earnest. Although both sports have punching and kicking in common, kickboxing has a contained body stance with guards up, forearms protecting the face and elbows as defensive weapons.

One bout I watched consisted of two fighters wrapped together while one held the other's shoulders as he raised his knee and used it to forcefully and repeatedly pelt his opponent in the gut while the opponent punched him in the stomach in return for every knee strike. It was like a twisted ballroom dance as they glided accross the ring one knee to one punch in harmony. After I'd nearly lost life and limb to get action shots, I'd had enough. I can only shake my head in wonderment as parents watched, cheering their brutal offspring in a sport that can only be described as gladitorial.

I moved on the more sedate sport of Brazilian Jiujitsu. This is a new event for me, and since I'm uninitiated I wasn't sure of the rules. Obviously, one participant wants to dominate the other as they grapple on the floor. The more determined competitor wants to make his opponent say "uncle" by tapping out. It starts with players crouching and circling each other warily until one makes a quick move to wrestle the other to the ground. After that it's a matter of dominating the opponent with chokeholds and joint-locks. Amazingly a smaller fighter can prevail over a larger opponent with use of these techniques. The subtlties were lost on me though and I focused on the crowd which anxioiusly watched, shouting out encouragement while coaches crouched on the sidelines with intense expressions shouting out instructions. The matches were exciting and unpredictable and at the conclusion the center judge pulled the fighters to their feet, raising the arm of the sometimes dazed winner in victory. As a mother I shudder to think of the pulled muscles and torn ligaments that the players experience with their gumby-like contortions. But I'm respectful of their maneuvers especially after so recently being grounded - the hard floor is not my friend. Meanwhile, on center stage, the stick fighters pelted each other and at the sound of the loud smacks I wondered how much they feel through their padding and how much bruising they would have the next day.

The climax of karate blackbelt scompetition is the evening finals exhibition. Grand champions are crowned in the various karate forms divisions and to keep it interesting, some continuous sparring division contests for first and second place are thrown in. An appearance on stage is the source of much parental pride, but the pressure can be daunting to competitors. During the show, adults and youth alike perform feats of dazzling weapon forms or traditional kata. On first appearance the traditional forms seem simple and almost pedestrian, but the degree of concentration and focus is amazing in divisions where one-hundreth of a point can mean the difference between winning and losing. Still these forms can be long and tedious and the audience buzzes with restless noises and chatter as this part of the show drags on.

One highlight in the junior's division was a tiny competitor, Adrianne Angat, who stole the show in two divisions. Undaunted by the hoopla and large audience she confidently strode onstage, announced her name and particulars and proceeded to perform her kata with military precision and rubber band-flexibility. The "cute factor" was so overwhelming the other competitors could only smile in concession.

Musical weapon forms are more fanciful and the favorite had to be Jordan Simon's rip-roaring long bo form. He manipulated his metallic looking staff at lightning speed causing a whir as it glinted in the light. Jerico Catura whipped his kama blades with the ease of a seasoned showman all the while performing aerial stunts and kicks. I reflected on the countless hours of practice it must take to wield those weapons so effortlessly and avoid the disastrous results of an ill-timed toss. The Chinese wushu forms, also known as soft style, are interesting, but are not always represented. That evening a young Jasmine Magallanes in a silky, jewel-toned uniform seemed to fly accross the stage as she executed her sword form. Her weapon became an extension of her hand in a deadly ballet of smooth and swift movements.

Men's team sparring and men's overall sparring are the most popular events of the evening. The testosterone level was high as confident young men took the stage. The air pulsated with their strength and power and the stage seemed too small to contain them. In this particular battle Team Allstars handily whipped the Bay Area's Best, who were not the best that particular evening. Senior men's sparring gives the over 35 guys a chance to re-capture some of the glory of youth. Paul Mendoza proved that he is not letting age dictate his style with his blitzing approach and quick punches. The highlight of the evening, the main card if you will, was the sparring match between Jack Felton and Michael Jefferson. At 23 years of age Jack Felton is at his peak and could probably beat anyone in the spork karate world regardless of size. Michael Jefferson, a very talented Bay Area fighter, outsized Jack in all categories, but victory went to the smaller man this time. A combination of quickness and impeccable timing was too much for Michael and once he fell behind in points he could never recover.

Jordan and Felipa Pallen worked hard to produce a fantastic tournament and finals show. Jordan endeared himself to the crowd appearing as Michael Jackson to conduct the raffle drawing. I wonder what he'll do next year to top that! The finals ended after 11:00 PM and martial artists young and old were able to close the 2010 NBL chapter of the Golden Gate Internationals.

The next day dawned and fresh-faced underbelts with dreams of performing onstage with the likes of the previous evening's competitors did their best to bring home prized trophies in their divisions. On the last day of the tournament the circle of the martial arts widened as the masters devoted their time and energy to pass down the rituals and traditions of the art to the next generation