Tonight was my first night back at the gym. It's been at least 3 weeks since working out and much longer since I've sparred with Jay. Our last sparring match, I was in pretty good shape. This time..........ugh, I felt horrible. I couldn't go 2 minutes without having to take a break. Jay's first shot was straight into my right eye. He lectured me on making sure I pulled my punches and whammo, I get hammered with a straight left. If that was a pulled punch, I can only imagine had he not pulled it. Then came the head shots. Ugh, the headache quickly arrived. I was so frustrated with myself. I could see them coming, but for some reason I couldn't think fast enough to either block them or even counter them.
I love the skills needed/involved in fighting. It reminds me of wrestling in high school, but dang, at 40 years old things just seem to hurt a lot more. We did several rounds of 2 minutes each. By the last one, I could barely stand up. My shirt was soaked, my head was pounding, then Jay comes up with the bright idea,,,,,,"hey let's work on your ground game". As if beating me on my feet wasn't enough, now he wants to wrestle me into submission.
I still remember a lot of stuff from high school wrestling, but do you know how much that helps with fighting on the ground....................very little. With the exception of having good balance, most of what I learned in high school is useless. It's important to stay balanced with your opponent, but I'm clueless to the submission holds and found myself either tapping out, or having to fight so hard that Jay just ran out of energy and had to give me a break.
What's crazy, even as I sit here typing with a tremendous headache, is that I love the work out. Nothing else gets me more tired, more sore, then sparring and bag work. For now I think I like it so much because I have so much to improve upon. I'm such a rookie that most of this stuff is new and exciting. The challenge of getting better, faster, and stronger is appealing. I don't want to get old and maybe this is my pathetic attempt at denying the obvious. Next bout is Friday, so hopefully I'm recovered by then. If my eye is black in the morning, I'll post the attractive pic. It's feeling pretty good now (though I did have to put on my glasses to type this as my right eye is giving me fits).
I love the skills needed/involved in fighting. It reminds me of wrestling in high school, but dang, at 40 years old things just seem to hurt a lot more. We did several rounds of 2 minutes each. By the last one, I could barely stand up. My shirt was soaked, my head was pounding, then Jay comes up with the bright idea,,,,,,"hey let's work on your ground game". As if beating me on my feet wasn't enough, now he wants to wrestle me into submission.
I still remember a lot of stuff from high school wrestling, but do you know how much that helps with fighting on the ground....................very little. With the exception of having good balance, most of what I learned in high school is useless. It's important to stay balanced with your opponent, but I'm clueless to the submission holds and found myself either tapping out, or having to fight so hard that Jay just ran out of energy and had to give me a break.
What's crazy, even as I sit here typing with a tremendous headache, is that I love the work out. Nothing else gets me more tired, more sore, then sparring and bag work. For now I think I like it so much because I have so much to improve upon. I'm such a rookie that most of this stuff is new and exciting. The challenge of getting better, faster, and stronger is appealing. I don't want to get old and maybe this is my pathetic attempt at denying the obvious. Next bout is Friday, so hopefully I'm recovered by then. If my eye is black in the morning, I'll post the attractive pic. It's feeling pretty good now (though I did have to put on my glasses to type this as my right eye is giving me fits).
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It must suck to be old....I wouldn't know :)
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