HASEL: Are you an only child?
RYAN: Yeah.
HASEL: That's rare for Filipinos!
Brandon drunk-drove to pick up burritos from Taco Bell. They also have a new dog named Cassy. Morgan finally gave me his screenplay.
This morning, I attended my last Krav Maga class granted by my 7-day pass. The chick at the front desk was a redhead and jackoffable. I partnered with a dude named Roy, whom I 1st met at my 2nd class last Wednesday. That was his 2nd class as well.
- 1 of the drills had us in groups of 3. 1 person does push-ups and then runs to the padholder in front to punch nonstop and then to the padholder in the back to kick nonstop. Some chick joined Roy and I. She was aight.
- I got to show off my powerful roundhouses. Poor Roy holding the pad.
- I bloodied my busted knuckle again, this time wrapped in a Batman bandaid, doing a left straight in which I yelled, "Fuck." The assistant instructor then gave me a new bandaid. Aw, how kind.
- Similar to what I learned in the Philippines last month, when someone grabs your right wrist with their right hand (and vice versa), stabilize your elbow against your hip and rotate your wrist so that your thumb horizontally points outward, and rotate your hip away to break away.
- When someone grabs your left wrist with their right hand (mirror image), step in and rotate inward as if throwing an elbow strike, with your elbow almost connecting to their elbow, to break free.
- When executing combatives, I should change up my knee strikes. For example, instead of just consecutive shots to groin, the dude instructor suggested sternum, face, etc.
- Everything else was review such as groin kicks from both lead and rear legs, left-right straights, etc.
RYAN: Is this your 1st time?
NEW CHICK: Yeah. How long have you been doing this?
RYAN: This week.
NEW CHICK: Really?!
RYAN: Yeah, they gave me a 1-week pass to try it out and see if I wanna join afterward.
NEW CHICK: You should. You're good. I was watching you.
Yeah. Chicks be checking me out.
My mommy's sister visited for dinner and brought a bunch of Starbucks. My mommy cooked steak. Yay steak.
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