Yesterday, I had the honor and agony of getting "stretched" for about 15 minutes straight with this guy:
See, I work out here, a newly opened gym in Hollywood specifically designed for pro fighters and amateurs / the uninitiated who want to learn about the sport. It's a great gym, staffed with very constructive, engaging trainers, clean, top-of-the-line equipment, and a friendly, laid-back atmosphere in which people get to rub shoulders and train alongside Hollywood celebrities and some of the top names in MMA.
So there I am yesterday, about 15 minutes before the cardio class starts, stretching out, minding my own business, when all of a sudden, I feel (definitely more than) 205 lbs. come blasting at me from my blind spot, rolling me up into a cradle and subsequently grapevining legs (which more resemble skin-wrapped tree trunks) around me. Of course, I know right away that as fruitless as the endeavor will surely prove to be, I need to fight to get out of this damning position, and as such, I begin to experience a modern-day version of Stu Hart's Dungeon Experience.
Now ironically enough, as grueling and punishing as this was, it also will surely go down as one of my favorite memories in my MMA career. Yo, I don't even fight, and I'm nowhere near the shape I need to be to even consider training, but yet and still, it's a relatively small group of guys in the world who get to say that they rolled with (or more accurately, in my case, "got stretched by") a guy the caliber of The Natural.
Mind you, my neck aches like I've got whiplash, and the whole thing was like fighting a giant anaconda who was just toying with me before deciding when he'd put me to sleep, but man talk about getting to do batting practice with Babe Ruth!
Enh, I won't be winning this thing anytime soon:
. . . but maybe soon I'll be able to buy one.
Word
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See, I work out here, a newly opened gym in Hollywood specifically designed for pro fighters and amateurs / the uninitiated who want to learn about the sport. It's a great gym, staffed with very constructive, engaging trainers, clean, top-of-the-line equipment, and a friendly, laid-back atmosphere in which people get to rub shoulders and train alongside Hollywood celebrities and some of the top names in MMA.
So there I am yesterday, about 15 minutes before the cardio class starts, stretching out, minding my own business, when all of a sudden, I feel (definitely more than) 205 lbs. come blasting at me from my blind spot, rolling me up into a cradle and subsequently grapevining legs (which more resemble skin-wrapped tree trunks) around me. Of course, I know right away that as fruitless as the endeavor will surely prove to be, I need to fight to get out of this damning position, and as such, I begin to experience a modern-day version of Stu Hart's Dungeon Experience.
Now ironically enough, as grueling and punishing as this was, it also will surely go down as one of my favorite memories in my MMA career. Yo, I don't even fight, and I'm nowhere near the shape I need to be to even consider training, but yet and still, it's a relatively small group of guys in the world who get to say that they rolled with (or more accurately, in my case, "got stretched by") a guy the caliber of The Natural.
Mind you, my neck aches like I've got whiplash, and the whole thing was like fighting a giant anaconda who was just toying with me before deciding when he'd put me to sleep, but man talk about getting to do batting practice with Babe Ruth!
Enh, I won't be winning this thing anytime soon:
. . . but maybe soon I'll be able to buy one.
Word
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jj_r0x0rz:
wow i think i would die...
redvillain:
i love that movie...i should rent that