One of my many New Year’s resolutions is to become schooled in the art of combat. To achieve this, I have decided to start attending London Shootfighters – a fantastic gym and MMA school in West London – with my friend and lifting nemesis, Simon Lowe (aka Grand Vizier of Murderbeers)
Last night was our first night of training. We turned up early for the Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu class at 19:00, only to discover the training was on holiday. Instead, we took part in 1.5 hours of wrestling, immediately followed by 1.5 hours of Mixed Martial Arts, which was essentially submission wrestling.
By the end of the night, I was incapable of walking, let alone fighting. Haven been wrenched and twisted into a state of near paralysis, I hobbled back to my car and drove home – fighting sleep the whole way.
Today, I am in 200 different types of pain that I fear will only get worse in the coming 48 hours. This is a pity, since it is my birthday on Monday and we are due to partay for the next 3 days solid. The prospect of sleeping on a floor, therefore, is unpleasant to say the very least.
Still, I now know how to choke a man out. So, who’s the real winner here?