Originally Posted by Renault78law
Naw, it's just my nature to do things intensely when I'm "into" it, much like my participation in this forum at times, heh. At the time, I was out of school and not working, so I had all the time in the world. There were two group classes each night, and I made it a habit to do both, back to back. I also bought a large package of private lessons, where we'd work on various techniques. He also took that opportunity to beat the crap out of me, both in the ring and outside, e.g. smacking me with pads while doing situps, rubbing my various bruises with balm, feeding me concentrated redbull, etc. Jeez, I remember the bruises...shin and inner and outer thigh, ouchie. It was really fun, I wish I could find similar instruction here in LA. The one place I saw in LA seemed too testosteronie for my tastes, too Americanized, as opposed to Thai.
Like I said though, I really suck, I'm just too slow...
Are you living in Pasadena? If so, on the north side of Colorado, just a couple of blocks east of Lake, there is a Machado brothers Brazilian Jiujitsu place (not where I trained, btw) that is pretty good. There are actually a number of pretty goo martial arts schools in the area, but a lot of them (I trained in a few) are really testoserone filled (You can feel the teacher just wanting to shout "Mercy is for the weak! In this dojo, we do not train to be merciful!" and quite a few are filled with gangbanger types. Surprisingly, in full contact sparring, a lot of the tatted up, roided out types crumble pretty quickly (um, must be the smal balls). On the other hand, some pretty innocuous looking dudes can really hand it to you. There was one guy, just a little heavier than I was (I was about 165 at the time - over 10 pounds heavier than now) and really wiry, but a really unassuming guy, who had a punch like a sledgehammer. We were sparring, and he caught me right on the jaw. I had dropped my guard to lure him in, and he got in, but not the way I'd intended and I went down hard. Ouch. Only time I've been knocked out (took me at least 20 seconds to get to my feet) outside a boxing ring.