We had the greatest kickboxing class. MMA class! This is, Mixed Martial Arts, which is what UFC is all about. Basically, it’s mixing grappling and kickboxing, in this case kickboxing while on the ground. So first my partner, a big guy, sat on my chest while I punched up at him for at least three minutes, I couldn’t see the clock but holy crap it’s hard to punch up. I had to keep moving around, too, and trying to bump him off, which means basically bucking up with my hips to try to get him off my chest. The poor guy wasn’t very used to grappling, though, so I had to remind him a few times to be really heavy on me and actually have his full weight on my chest.
Next! I got to sit on a heavy bag and punch down on it. So much fun, not even kidding. I always wondered how the UFC fighters threw proper punches on the ground, since they didn’t have the full range of motion, but you can really get your hips going! I now love hammerfists, and I only just discovered them in that exercise. Also, we did an exercise where we laid on the ground and scooted in a circle on our backs while kicking right up into a front kick. Basically, kicking the person in the face before they try to get past your legs and into your person. These are the lessons that will get me confused in grappling class.
In another day entirely, I finally went to a co-ed grappling class! And I even rolled with a man! Very exciting! (Although, when I explained it to Classy Erica, I phrased it, “I went with the men! Now my knees are so bruised.” I need to get better at saying things. I am covered in awesome new bruises, is my point.) We played a great game called Bulldog, which is sort of like Red Rover with your eyes closed and also violence. Hard to explain quickly, but it is full of testosterone and badass and I enjoyed it. I hope to play it more once I get better at it and the guys know me better and are more willing to tackle me. The learning part involved a lot of really fun take-downs that I can’t remember the names of, so I can’t link to them here. The important part is that I remember how to do them (I CAN’T REMEMBER HOW TO DO THEM).
Yesterday was my pre-mother’s day visit with Mom, an event celebrated with sushi (every event, people, I am telling you, sushi). Then, a party with Sam, where I was sociable and talked to people I didn’t know, which was “everyone other than Sam”. I was competing with other partygoers, to see who knew the fewest people there, and I was the proud winner of that game.
Today I got a last-minute invite to see the play Top Girls, which is seriously awesome and I love it. The first, long scene could probably just be the whole play, although the rest is worth watching, too. I have learned about several badass historical ladies I did not know about at all, how terrible is that. Lady Pope? How did this chick escape my notice for so long? Yes, she’s legendary and probably not real, but I think I’ve made it pretty clear that I choose my reality based on it’s fantasticness.