EPTA few weeks back I was at work and some Tank Abbot looking mother fucker walks in staring me down for about 10 seconds while he walked to the back of the store.(GNC) I looked at him awkwardly because I hadn't made any money from commission all morning and he looked like he wasn't going to buy anything.
I noticed that he was wearing a Muay Thai shirt and we immediately started to talk about MMA, the UFC, how scary Anderson Silva is, and so on. He then started talking about how he has trained most of his life in different aspects of martial arts.
He informed me that he was new to the area and was just starting up a class at a local gym but he had no students yet.
The next thing I know, I'm at the gym and this guy is pushing my around like I'm a 4 year old girl. It's only me and him because so far, I'm his only student. We start training and cover everything that he has to offer.
Knife fighting, Kali, Muay Thai, Wrestling, a little jiu jitsu, jeet kune do, and Boxing. This guy definately knew his shit.
I had so much fun because I had been a fan of the above mentioned for so long but I never got to put any of it into practice.
For two hours this guy basically gives me a brief overview of everything but doesn't really go too far into detail since it's my first day.
I went home, took a shower, and knocked out.
Now, I've always thought I was in pretty good shape but for the next few days, I was sore in muscles I didn't even know I had. I felt like such a chump.
Day two
Today I showed up and there were 5 other guys besides me and the coach. I was surprised that his class had already grown so much in such a small amount of time. I start talking to the guys in order to get of feel of who might be able to kick my ass.
These guys start telling me about how they've wrestled for most of their lives and used to be on jiu jitsu teams. One guy is all decked out with tapout shorts and some fighting school shirt. I start to feel like I'm going to be getting my ass kicked pretty severely.
Then a ray of sunshine appeared in the form of a middle aged overweight white guy. FUCK YES. A guy who's ass I can kick. We started training and this guy was terrible. I almost felt sorry for him. Then I thought of this quote fromm the movie Annapolis.
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Jake Huard: Look, I don't get it. Why are you still here?
Twins: You want to know why I stay in this room?
Jake Huard: Yeah.
Twins: Cause Jake, you're my Mississippi.
Jake Huard: I'm your what?
Twins: People who live in Arkansas, you know what their favorite state is?
Jake Huard: No.
Twins: Mississippi. Cause Mississippi's the only thing that keeps Arkansas from being the worst state in the whole country.
Jake Huard: I'm Mississippi.
Twins: Well you sure as hell ain't California. Listen, Cole and Whitaker are so buys tryin' to run you out they forgot about me. As a matter of fact, they've forgotten about every other plebe in this whole company. That's why I stay in this room Jake. Cause if Mississippi quits, then all of a sudden Arkansas is the worst state in the whole country.
Twins: You want to know why I stay in this room?
Jake Huard: Yeah.
Twins: Cause Jake, you're my Mississippi.
Jake Huard: I'm your what?
Twins: People who live in Arkansas, you know what their favorite state is?
Jake Huard: No.
Twins: Mississippi. Cause Mississippi's the only thing that keeps Arkansas from being the worst state in the whole country.
Jake Huard: I'm Mississippi.
Twins: Well you sure as hell ain't California. Listen, Cole and Whitaker are so buys tryin' to run you out they forgot about me. As a matter of fact, they've forgotten about every other plebe in this whole company. That's why I stay in this room Jake. Cause if Mississippi quits, then all of a sudden Arkansas is the worst state in the whole country.
I hope to god this guy doesn't quit.
We started doing a lot of different striking drills incorporating punching, kicking, knees, and sprawling every once in a while. It was tiring as hell.
Then we started to wrestle and I felt like I was going to die. I've never been this tired in my life. It didn't even seem like I was doing much but somehow my gas tank immediately went from 3/4's full to empty.
I suddenly got a flashback to all the MMA fights I've ever seen where guys gas out in the first round and completely understood their pain.
I had to start taking several breathers and wrestling quickly became me moving my arms around trying to control some guy while doing seemingly nothing.
All of this seemed to be only about 45 minutes tops but before i knew it, two and a half hours had passed by. After class I sat on the mats and just wanted to die. I've been through some pretty intense workouts but nothing comes near to being as brutal as that was.
Sitting there I began to look at the bottoms of my feet and I noticed that chunks of skin had just been ripped off. My coach told my I had been sliding my feet way too much and I need to start bouncing around more.
I have never felt more dead in my life. My whole body was completely sore. Today is my third day. I know I'm in for another session of hell, but I'm definately starting to like the pain.
