See I'm more than intrigued than anything by a Warriors Spirit.
I love the mentality that comes from a fighter.
The glory reaped from a just battle between two fierce competitors.
It explains why I've been doing boxing off and on for about 3 years. It's only been off and on because I've always wanted someone to train me. You know like in the movies?
Lame I Know
But seriously. I would be the greatest of students. As soon as i learn a new punch or way to further myself I'd do it till it aches to bad to do it anymore without rest. My mother never approved of me joining any serious team because she feels it would ruin any chance of me doing commercials for damage to my face.
Knowing my hatred of being in front a camera
So I tried doing Muy Thai for like 2 and a half months. It was Amazing! But i started complaining about the pain in my shins from kicking all day. So my Sansei explained how i needed to roll an olive oil bottle covered in olive oil as hard as i could up and down my shins till I killed the nerve endings so i would stop feeling the pain.
Not stopping damage to my shins. Just not feeling the pain.
So I stopped Muy Thai and went back to boxing. But again no specific trainers who would be able to take me through a day by day. So I'm now doing Brazilian Jui Jitzu.
If You've ever seen a UFC fight its what they mainly use for the grapples, Submissions, Throws, and Takedowns.
I love the concept of the personal training and demonstrating and learning by doing. Like you learn a grapple then you practice with your partner till you understand it. Then learn how to use it in combat. This is no Taekwondo. It's serious shit that leaves me with sore joints from all the submissions that the 50 year old teacher made me tap out effortlessly with.
Maybe I Was Born In The Wrong Era?
You know like maybe I was supposed to be in the Renaissance because I so would have been a knight. Or maybe in the Roman empire days so i could have fought as a gladiator. I believe how much better the world would be when the greatest invention would have been a crossbow? In the old days a leader was a great man respected in battle for his bravado and his words for his intellect and wisdom through experience.
How many modern warriors were killed by stray bullets in our war in iraq fighting a daddy's boy president's agenda?
You could never catch a stray sword in a vital organ by chance in the ancient days.
I Don't know, Maybe I'm Just A Nerd Fantasizing.
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