Hello All,
Saturdays are for sparing: YEAH, NEWS TO ME TOO!
I don't think I ever actually blacked out but I got absolutely croaked today. There were 3 of us in this afternoon's session. Myself, a guy from Denmark, who weighed 175lbs and... Ivan Drago from Ukraine. 200+lbs. Some of you may be familiar with him from a previous blog. The guy looks like he eats children for breakfast Well, I became very familiar with Ivan's fist tonight. Before even knowing what happened, I was midflight hoping to at least land somewhere in the ring and not on the concrete 5 feet below. Ivan caught me flush in the head and I went flying. I wish I could tell you what kind of punch it was, but I never saw it. Who knows, it might have been a kick. I think I went down for about a 30 count but got back to my feet! Yeah baby! He was very apologetic. It was just a matter of not knowing his own strength. He didn't mean it. I don't think.
I'd love for someone to come train with me that was within 20 pounds of my weight. I feel confident I could do just fine against them. I am just overmatched big time. These guys are all huge.
Tonight I caught up with 3 guys from the UK that I met here on the island. All 4 of us were a bit off our game. A bit cloudy if you will . Me, because I got borderline nocked out. The three of them, because they just consumed "Mushroom Shakes". Needless to say, we walked about a half mile past the restaurant we planned to have dinner at before any of us noticed.
I think tomorrow I'll sign up for a pedicure, a coconut with a straw in it, and maybe an MRI.
Enjoy the weekend!
Mark/Chops
The Future Is No Place To Place Your Better Days
Saturdays are for sparing: YEAH, NEWS TO ME TOO!
I don't think I ever actually blacked out but I got absolutely croaked today. There were 3 of us in this afternoon's session. Myself, a guy from Denmark, who weighed 175lbs and... Ivan Drago from Ukraine. 200+lbs. Some of you may be familiar with him from a previous blog. The guy looks like he eats children for breakfast Well, I became very familiar with Ivan's fist tonight. Before even knowing what happened, I was midflight hoping to at least land somewhere in the ring and not on the concrete 5 feet below. Ivan caught me flush in the head and I went flying. I wish I could tell you what kind of punch it was, but I never saw it. Who knows, it might have been a kick. I think I went down for about a 30 count but got back to my feet! Yeah baby! He was very apologetic. It was just a matter of not knowing his own strength. He didn't mean it. I don't think.
I'd love for someone to come train with me that was within 20 pounds of my weight. I feel confident I could do just fine against them. I am just overmatched big time. These guys are all huge.
Tonight I caught up with 3 guys from the UK that I met here on the island. All 4 of us were a bit off our game. A bit cloudy if you will . Me, because I got borderline nocked out. The three of them, because they just consumed "Mushroom Shakes". Needless to say, we walked about a half mile past the restaurant we planned to have dinner at before any of us noticed.
I think tomorrow I'll sign up for a pedicure, a coconut with a straw in it, and maybe an MRI.
Enjoy the weekend!
Mark/Chops
The Future Is No Place To Place Your Better Days
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| SHORTLY AFTER GETTING SMOKED BY THE UKRAINIAN MONSTER. I WAS NEVER GOOD AT MATH BUT IN THIS CANDID GRACIOUSLY PROVIDED TO ME, I THINK I'M WORKING OUT HOW TO COUNT TO 10 |
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