Yesterday was the first time at the gym that was really hard. It wasn't physically difficult though, it was mentally demanding. After a few defensive drills in the boxing class, we did some light sparring from our knees, and let me tell you, getting punched in the face is not an enjoyable thing. I know what you're saying, and it's not how you might think. Yes, getting punched in the face hurts, that's not it though. I am a competitive person, and I cannot stand being bad at anything. I just started this training less than a month ago, so I have a LONG way to go before I will even consider myself competent, but in my head, I want to be good, immediately. All this adds up to getting pummeled, and really not liking it. Where a lot of people would be turned off from this though, I am even more motivated to succeed. Yes, getting punched in the face, but instead of complaining, I'm going to do something about it. I will not be a great boxer, but I will be a good one.
In jiu jitsu, there was only one other guy that stuck around, and we went over three arm triangles; one from mount, one from side control, and one from turtle. The first two I was familiar with, and the third was just cool! It was very familiar from a positional standpoint, harking back to my wrestling days, but it went went in an entirely different direction after that. When we were done with instruction, the other fella, and I, alternated grappling with the instructor Eric. For a guy that professes to not be that strong, he sure has a steel grip.
I'm getting better, slowly but surely. I'm looking forward to where I'll be at three months, six months, and a year, but until then, I'll take my lumps one day at a time, hand some out along the way.
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