Chances are I made a huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuge mistake.

It’s already Saturday at the time of me writing this blog (and editing the vlog), today at midnight is a cutoff date for my weekly challenge, and I did not make any progress so far. For those who are not up to date, I made going to two training this week my official weekly challenge. By itself it’s no big deal, but if I fail, my punishment is going to be for someone to punch me in the face, and I really don’t want to do that :D.

I was so happy Wednesday afternoon. I called my friend who runs a MMA school/club and he told me they do stand up fighting (boxing, kickboxing and some wrestling) on Mondays and Wednesdays, which is my thing. I was looking forward to the practice the whole day. I packed my things, found (most of) my gear, and decided to bring my boy with me. That appeared to be a BIG MISTAKE.

As soon as we approached the gym and he saw people hitting each other he started screaming bloody hell. He was probably afraid that everyone is angry at each other and they are fighting because of that, or something like that. It took me more than 30 minutes just to convince him to get inside, and even when I succeeded I had to give him my phone so he can watch cartoons. He reached my high speed mobile internet limit, and for the rest of the month I will have to cope with regular 3G speed. And he still would not let me leave him so I can change and practice at least a little bit.

So I just sat there.

Luckily my little brother was at the practice at well so I coached him a bit, mostly “remotely”. At the very end of the practice, when everyone was getting ready to change and leave, I grabbed my brother’s gloves and went hitting the punch bag for few minutes. I soooooooooooo needed that. I was frustrated with my kid, and I had very non-productive day at work so I really needed a vent. While psychological benefits were undisputed, I was disappointed with my technique, conditioning, speed, explosiveness… My arms were really heavy, and my body was actually holding me back from quickly changing direction as well as from leveraging my punches. But that was to be expected. I did not do anything physical in years. It will take time, but I’ll get back in the game, eventually. I just hope I won’t give up before that.

As for Saturday. I rode my motorcycle/scooter around noon in shorts, by night, it started snowing. Saturday was a very weird. We were doing some housekeeping work the whole day, and I was beaten, so I had to force myself to go swimming. I barely got there in time, and as soon as I turned few laps in the pool my wife called me saying my kid is sick and waking up all the time, and that he was crying and asking for me. I cut the training short, and went back home, but I still count that as one training done, and one to go :).

Now I have 24 hours to do another practice of any kind, if I want to avoid getting punched…

Stay tuned for the weekly update, and see if got knocked out.

Things are getting scary – Vlog #1

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