5 Gut-Wrenching Realizations From Getting Beat Up
I took the pain so you don’t have to.
This wasn’t some cafeteria sucker punch from high school.
No.
What I went through was the focused, methodical degradation of my pride. It sure had me wishing I was back in high school, I’ll tell you that.
On the drive there I had zero sense of what I was in for. I had no time to prepare until all of a sudden…
I got beat up.
Bad.
I signed up for it, but still.
I was simply not ready for the caliber of competition.
My partner was a wrestling coach and amateur fighter. Everybody else was just a giant ball of muscle.
I, on the other hand, five-foot-nine and 150 pounds, showed up for my first ever no-gi session at noon on a Tuesday.
My friend was supposed to be with me but he ended up as a no-show.
Looks like I’d have to face to room alone. While somehow managing to get out alive.
Gut-Wrenching Realization #1
