Fight Club at lunch was packed today: a bunch of new guys, all the old crew, some rare faces.
Got to go two rounds with a professional mixed fighter, which basically means I spent three minutes underneath 100 kilos of smiling, dread-locked muscle raining down on top of me. Fun, in a really tiring, I-could-die-any-second-if-he-even-made-the-slightest-effort kind of way. Wasn't much of a workout for him though, I'm afraid. Also a couple of proper grappling guys, one dude with hands for feet and spider limbs for legs and arms. Easily outweighed me by 10 kilos but moved like a hummingbird and clenched like a python. Couldn't box for anything, but it didn't matter because unless I managed to knock him unconscious he'd just tackle me and twist me into a submission pretzel.
After work taught at the dojo and Salty and I each cut a roll. Cutting just doesn't do it for me anymore. It's more a hassle than a thrill, and I'm not learning much from it for my draw cuts. Will probably be a once-in-a-while kinda thing methinks.
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Your recent workout reminded me of my time on the college wrestling team. The major difference was that MY humiliation lasted for an entire semester!
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