You've watched mixed martial arts fighters on TV, right? You've seen a bunch of badass dudes beating each other senseless. Lots of tats, punching, and blood.
Ever think "I want to do that!"
Then you realize you're too old. Or too fat. Or you punch like a noodly-armed choir boy?
That's me.
I'm a dude in my late thirties that decided to learn to fight. I'm not athletic and have precious little "fighter" training. I spent two years as a mediocre high school wrestler. I've spent the better part of the last decade as an ultrarunner. I have zero qualities that would qualify me as a candidate to be a good fighter.
Despite all that, I decided to give it a shot. It seemed like a cool hobby.
Actually, my wife Shelly started training. After a month, her punching skill had improved dramatically, which piqued my curiosity. I decided to join her. After all, you're never too old to learn new skills... even if the lessons involve routinely getting punched, kicked, and choked.
This blog is a documentation of my sometimes comedic journey to learn fighting skills, which includes boxing, Muay Thai kickboxing, and jiu jitsu.
Enjoy!
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