I never grew up as the kid who could deal with shit getting real. I got bullied in grade 8, and it affected me. As a young adult I was at my then pot dealer’s place and he said, “show me your wallet.” I at first pulled it out, and then refused to comply, so he just grabbed it. When I indicated I wanted it back he asked me what I was going to do about it, and I fell short like an imbecile. So he said, “you’ve got lots of feathers but you’re not much chicken”.
Several years later when I was a member at a regular gym, I ran across a semi professional boxer who sold me some ad hoc lessons at the same gym, but I never kept it up for long enough, and I wasn’t in a fighters’ environment.
Several years later, I had been a member of another regular gym, got slightly fit, but wondered how it might play out with that capability if as I said the shit gets real.
after converting to a home weight setup and using web boards for information, I broke the seat on my pressing bench, but instead of fixing it I saw Big Boss’ shout out to rope skipping video and I committed to combat.
I ran across a club bouncer whose friend had a boxing club and I could afford the lessons. Nearing the end of the 10 lesson block, we sparred a couple of times, but when I posted the video here I got panned seriously.
Some time later I joined as a regular member an MMA Gym that was known to have pro fighters and amateur competitors, I figured it had to be legit. Towards the end of 4 months membership I went to sparring class 3 weeks in a row, and got thoroughly humbled.
I am now training at home as best as I can and I am not sure when I will be able to be seen by a skilled eye, whenever I can.
I figure sport context is fun to train, so I am more likely to keep it up, and if that is what I use in a reality martial arts scenario I am not going to have to justify eye gouging, biting and squaring.