There's nothing wrong with me that handfuls of ibuprofen, glasses of bourbon and 12 hours of sleep can't fix. And maybe some massage, and a few visits to my chiropractor.
Today was the last day of the ILEETA conference, and I spent the day (8 hours) attending a class taught by mixed martial arts fighter Frank Shamrock. What a nice guy! There were about 80 guys (and two or three gals) in the class, and Frank came around and personally talked to and coached every person in the room at least 6 or 7 times by the time the class ended. I was pleased and surprised to see not a hint of arrogance or ego. What an excellent coach.
The class was a distilled version of Frank's mixed martial arts for law enforcement program. It was a blast. We did lots of stuff that looked like this:
And now I'm paying for it. Oww. My balls got mashed, the insides of my thighs and my upper arms are covered in bruises, and my back and shoulders are all seized up. But God was it fun!
So now the conference is over.
I won a final raffle prize yesterday, a $50 gift certificate for a law enforcement book publisher. I need to go to their website and pick out some stimulating reading.
Tomorrow I return to work and start thinking of ways to apply my newfound knowledge to our training program there.
Good times!
8 comments:
They do say sacrifice a lot in that video Bubs. Ouch.
I haven't seen the phrases 'balls mashed' and 'God was it fun' used in the same paragraph since I forced myself to stop reading fetish fiction.
Glad you had a good week, now get out there and give 'em hell!
mob -- "forced yourself to stop reading fetish fiction"? how freaking kinky is that?
Bubs, I sincerely hope you got your hands on some nunchuks at some point during the day, because I never emotionally advanced beyond the 7th grade and think that would have been wicked cool.
mazel bubbie. sorry about the sack... nothing the goddess that is your diva bubs can't handle, I'm sure :)
J.G. she's already worked wonders, thanks!
Splotchy, my only recollection of nunchucks from back in the 70's was, of course, accidentally hitting myself with them.
mob, truly you're a man of discerning taste.
Dale, yes. They should've but the ball-mashing warning in boldface type in the brochure.
Woohoo! You got to do a lot of man-hugging from the looks of the video. Good times, mashed balls and all!
it kind a looks painful. We did our self defense meeting yesterday but no real kicking and stuff just how to get out of sticky situations like if someone has a knife to your throat or grabs your hands and so forth
My balls got mashed, the insides of my thighs and my upper arms are covered in bruises, and my back and shoulders are all seized up. But God was it fun!
You're quite the man, Bubs.
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