April 2, 2010
So Tired
Last night I went to boxing and it seemed like a normal day. Sam, my trainer, took pictures of us for the show he's putting on in June. He's spending a lot of money for advertising this one, we are all gonna be on the radio, news, newspaper, and he's gonna get a lot of posters made so we can put em up all around town. Anyway the pictures he took were to be used to advertise his local boxers that will be fighting in that show. Hopefully the pictures he took of me weren't that terrible. After he took the pictures of us he called me into his office and asked me when I wanted to fight. Naturally I said I want to fight as soon as possible, so he showed me a list of all the upcoming fights and I asked him to place a call for a fight on the 17th. Sam called and reached someone and left his number for the event coordinator to call him back (he left for Easter holidays and he will be back on Tuesday) so when he returns I will know if I have a fight on that day. In the meantime Sam is making me train as if I have that fight so I had to do 11 rounds of sparring! Since amature boxing is three 2 minute rounds with a minute rest in between, Sam made me do eight 3 minute rounds with a 15 second rest in between, than I had a 3 minute rest than went back into the ring for three hard sparring rounds. I did really well but when I got out of the ring and when the adrenalin wore off I could hardly walk, my legs were killing me because of the shin splints. I have to weigh 165 for this fight, and right now I'm 168 so it's not that bad of a weight cut. hopefully the shin splints heal up soon so I can start running again, Especially since this weekend is Easter and my birthday. I'll probably gain a few pounds from the turkey and my cake. Oh well I don't care what Sam says it's my birthday so I'm gonna eat some cake.
March 28, 2010
The Beginning
I was raised by my mom and still am being raised by my mom. However growing up without a lot of testosterone in the household is not the best thing for a young boy in the early stages of life. From as early as I can remember, up until I was five, I might as well have been a little girl. I was always attached to my mothers side, everything I did was always with my mom. Sometime when I was five, I believe it was in August, I was playing outside in my back yard with two of the neighbors. Now this was when my view on things changed forever.
I had a little kids pool in the back yard and the three of us were seeing how long we could hold our breath for underwater. For some reason the two other fools grabbed me and pushed me around for a minute or so and than decided to hold me under the water. This is where the testosterone would have helped, but of course instead of being taught how to fight by an older brother or my dad, I was taught to solve problems with my words and by being polite and nice about it. So instead of defending myself when they first grabbed me, I did what I was taught like a good little boy and asked them politely. Needless to say, it didn't work out so well. Thank God my mom was being a wonderful mother and decided to bring us out some drinks, otherwise I'm sure I would have been dead. I don't remember how long I was under because it was quite some time ago and after holding your breath for a while you get kind of a massive head rush/tunnel vision feeling so I don't know what happened afterward. When I finally came to senses I remember being on the couch with a cold glass of water, my mom was kneeling down in front of me. I guess it takes a near death experience to snap some sense into people. That day it's like her opinions completely changed on circumstances like that. She told me from that day forth "I never want you to start a fight, but if they start it, you make damn sure you finish it".
About a month later she put me into Karate, I was a month away from getting my yellow belt when I quit. At five it's kinda hard to keep interest in something for too long. Than in grade three I had another near death experience, outside at recess I was being strangled on the ground. Luckily for me I forgot my lunch that day so naturally, being the kind old lady that my grandma is she brought my lunch to school and stopped the boy after I had passed out. So I'm not saying I'm an angry child because I'm really good at controlling my temper, but after almost dying twice because of aggressive circumstances, once my temper goes it's kinda like a kill or be killed mode.
In grades five and most of six I was being bullied, a lot, so after numerous calls home from the principal about me either fighting back or letting it happen, my mom decided to put me in Tae Kwon Do and this time I was motivated and throughly enjoyed doing it. I gave it 200% and I was getting better at a really fast pace. In the second half of grade seven my master put me with the adults for sparring just so I would have competition. After probably two months into grade seven the jerks stopped physically abusing me however, they would still try to egg me on. Finally in grade eight the one ass who kept bothering me tried to fight me and instead of giving in I walked away, he didn't like that to much. He got four other friends, the five of them circled around me, the first one made a move, and just as fast, I put him down. Second one came and I put him down with a kick to the head. Now the other three after watching their buddies go down in less than 20 seconds got smart, two of them held me as the one I had the problem with hit me. He got in a few cheap shots but than I got out, dropped the two that were holding me and tackled the problem to the ground and I let him have it for 10 seconds or so till the end of recess. Since everyone was watching obviously a teacher found out a sent us to the office. They all tried to get out of trouble by blaming it on me but it takes a psychotic kid to go up to five people and pick a fight. So they all got in trouble and since that day nobody has ever tried doing anything to me again.
Martial arts changed my life not only do I have confidence now but it made me mentally and physically stronger, and I have that safe feeling when I go out, I'm not worried about some person wanting to fight me because I know I can handle myself. I love martial arts its my favorite thing in the world, I would probably go insane if I couldn't train and do tournaments. I've been into many tournaments for karate, Ju-Jitsu and of course Tae Kwon Do. 1st place: Salvosa BJJ tournament, Barton's Karate (sparring), Midland TKD (sparring), CMAC (sparring), Midland TKD (weapons), CMAC (kata). 2nd place: MMA Expo 2008, Canadian National Ito-Sukai karate tournament (sparring), Midland TKD (kata), Barton's karate (kata). 3rd place: MMA Expo 2009,Canadian National Ito-Sukai karate tournament (kata). So I've done pretty well.
I'm now training in boxing and ju-jitsu as well as TKD and karate. If I train hard enough I should be able to get my blue belt in BJJ in late May, and I'm trying to get a boxing fight set up as soon as possible, so right now those are the two I'm training in profusely. So there you go potential readers, you should be caught up in my fighting lifestyle. Anyways now that I've sat at the computer long enough making my first blog, I'm gonna go and try to run (I have shin splints right now so it's not an easy task right about now). Have a great day, hopefully you don't feel like you just wasted 5 minutes of your life reading this.
I had a little kids pool in the back yard and the three of us were seeing how long we could hold our breath for underwater. For some reason the two other fools grabbed me and pushed me around for a minute or so and than decided to hold me under the water. This is where the testosterone would have helped, but of course instead of being taught how to fight by an older brother or my dad, I was taught to solve problems with my words and by being polite and nice about it. So instead of defending myself when they first grabbed me, I did what I was taught like a good little boy and asked them politely. Needless to say, it didn't work out so well. Thank God my mom was being a wonderful mother and decided to bring us out some drinks, otherwise I'm sure I would have been dead. I don't remember how long I was under because it was quite some time ago and after holding your breath for a while you get kind of a massive head rush/tunnel vision feeling so I don't know what happened afterward. When I finally came to senses I remember being on the couch with a cold glass of water, my mom was kneeling down in front of me. I guess it takes a near death experience to snap some sense into people. That day it's like her opinions completely changed on circumstances like that. She told me from that day forth "I never want you to start a fight, but if they start it, you make damn sure you finish it".
About a month later she put me into Karate, I was a month away from getting my yellow belt when I quit. At five it's kinda hard to keep interest in something for too long. Than in grade three I had another near death experience, outside at recess I was being strangled on the ground. Luckily for me I forgot my lunch that day so naturally, being the kind old lady that my grandma is she brought my lunch to school and stopped the boy after I had passed out. So I'm not saying I'm an angry child because I'm really good at controlling my temper, but after almost dying twice because of aggressive circumstances, once my temper goes it's kinda like a kill or be killed mode.
In grades five and most of six I was being bullied, a lot, so after numerous calls home from the principal about me either fighting back or letting it happen, my mom decided to put me in Tae Kwon Do and this time I was motivated and throughly enjoyed doing it. I gave it 200% and I was getting better at a really fast pace. In the second half of grade seven my master put me with the adults for sparring just so I would have competition. After probably two months into grade seven the jerks stopped physically abusing me however, they would still try to egg me on. Finally in grade eight the one ass who kept bothering me tried to fight me and instead of giving in I walked away, he didn't like that to much. He got four other friends, the five of them circled around me, the first one made a move, and just as fast, I put him down. Second one came and I put him down with a kick to the head. Now the other three after watching their buddies go down in less than 20 seconds got smart, two of them held me as the one I had the problem with hit me. He got in a few cheap shots but than I got out, dropped the two that were holding me and tackled the problem to the ground and I let him have it for 10 seconds or so till the end of recess. Since everyone was watching obviously a teacher found out a sent us to the office. They all tried to get out of trouble by blaming it on me but it takes a psychotic kid to go up to five people and pick a fight. So they all got in trouble and since that day nobody has ever tried doing anything to me again.
Martial arts changed my life not only do I have confidence now but it made me mentally and physically stronger, and I have that safe feeling when I go out, I'm not worried about some person wanting to fight me because I know I can handle myself. I love martial arts its my favorite thing in the world, I would probably go insane if I couldn't train and do tournaments. I've been into many tournaments for karate, Ju-Jitsu and of course Tae Kwon Do. 1st place: Salvosa BJJ tournament, Barton's Karate (sparring), Midland TKD (sparring), CMAC (sparring), Midland TKD (weapons), CMAC (kata). 2nd place: MMA Expo 2008, Canadian National Ito-Sukai karate tournament (sparring), Midland TKD (kata), Barton's karate (kata). 3rd place: MMA Expo 2009,Canadian National Ito-Sukai karate tournament (kata). So I've done pretty well.
I'm now training in boxing and ju-jitsu as well as TKD and karate. If I train hard enough I should be able to get my blue belt in BJJ in late May, and I'm trying to get a boxing fight set up as soon as possible, so right now those are the two I'm training in profusely. So there you go potential readers, you should be caught up in my fighting lifestyle. Anyways now that I've sat at the computer long enough making my first blog, I'm gonna go and try to run (I have shin splints right now so it's not an easy task right about now). Have a great day, hopefully you don't feel like you just wasted 5 minutes of your life reading this.
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