Flo-rida and Flow Rolls.
Okay, not so much about the flow roll part, I'm pretty sure these guys are intent on taking my limbs home as trophies.
Monday was excruciating. Training from 10 AM to noon, open mat from 6-7 PM, and evening training from 8-10. Roberto’s warm up drills are killer. After the normal jogging, situps, triangles, etc, Cyborg had us all line up in pushup position. The fifteen or so of us did ten pushups in unison then maintained pushup position as the far person began to army crawl under the other members of the line. As he passed completely under the first person, they dropped position to follow. When the first guy got to the end of the line, he assumed the push up position so the rest of the dropping training partners could do a few more feet off crawling. And so the line wormed around the mat, three rotations of such before Cyborg let us “break” to do specific training.
Tuesday morning marked the arrival of Moacir “Boca” Oliveira into the Fight Sports gym. Now, I’ve heard legends of the, err, quirkiness of Boca, but I got a first hand view. “What’s up Bionic Bobby?!” he nearly shouted as he hugged Roberto. After the warm up bear crawl races, in which I’m extremely competitive, he goes, “Ohhh you train with Renaisss [Renato Tavares, another odd nickname]…that how you run in Tennessee?” I live in Arkansas, but I suppose he was close enough. “Come on, Bacteria!” he summoned Jake to roll, then after I got my own experience. I got worked, obviously, but he said after to Cyborg, “Damn, the little kid’s tough.” I couldn’t stop giggling the entire training session, Boca is freaking hilarious.
My diet is getting tighter and tighter, and I’m not a happy camper. Banana, coffee, and a little liquid protein in the morning, small salad lunch, and whatever little bit of saltless, tasteless dinner I scrounge up. I woke up at 138.8 Tuesday morning, so I’m on target for 132 on Friday.
Wednesday’s here and I’m not gonna train my ass off. After 23 rough jiu jitsu sessions in 8 days, I decided my body needed a break. I went and got myself pretty thoroughly sunburned at the beach (I never tan, but the redness went away after about 10 hours) and waited until nighttime open mat. Rolling for an hour, then Roberto’s warm-ups, then his class…after rolling with him once I just said, “Sorry coach, I’m done.” My diet was too tight and my body was worn out, I needed that break. Sashimi at night and I had to pack to leave. Trust me, after staying with these boys for a while, leaving was the very last thing I wanted to do.
Beijos
And to thank Cyborg for all the hard training he gave me, I drew this for him.
Monday was excruciating. Training from 10 AM to noon, open mat from 6-7 PM, and evening training from 8-10. Roberto’s warm up drills are killer. After the normal jogging, situps, triangles, etc, Cyborg had us all line up in pushup position. The fifteen or so of us did ten pushups in unison then maintained pushup position as the far person began to army crawl under the other members of the line. As he passed completely under the first person, they dropped position to follow. When the first guy got to the end of the line, he assumed the push up position so the rest of the dropping training partners could do a few more feet off crawling. And so the line wormed around the mat, three rotations of such before Cyborg let us “break” to do specific training.
Tuesday morning marked the arrival of Moacir “Boca” Oliveira into the Fight Sports gym. Now, I’ve heard legends of the, err, quirkiness of Boca, but I got a first hand view. “What’s up Bionic Bobby?!” he nearly shouted as he hugged Roberto. After the warm up bear crawl races, in which I’m extremely competitive, he goes, “Ohhh you train with Renaisss [Renato Tavares, another odd nickname]…that how you run in Tennessee?” I live in Arkansas, but I suppose he was close enough. “Come on, Bacteria!” he summoned Jake to roll, then after I got my own experience. I got worked, obviously, but he said after to Cyborg, “Damn, the little kid’s tough.” I couldn’t stop giggling the entire training session, Boca is freaking hilarious.
My diet is getting tighter and tighter, and I’m not a happy camper. Banana, coffee, and a little liquid protein in the morning, small salad lunch, and whatever little bit of saltless, tasteless dinner I scrounge up. I woke up at 138.8 Tuesday morning, so I’m on target for 132 on Friday.
Wednesday’s here and I’m not gonna train my ass off. After 23 rough jiu jitsu sessions in 8 days, I decided my body needed a break. I went and got myself pretty thoroughly sunburned at the beach (I never tan, but the redness went away after about 10 hours) and waited until nighttime open mat. Rolling for an hour, then Roberto’s warm-ups, then his class…after rolling with him once I just said, “Sorry coach, I’m done.” My diet was too tight and my body was worn out, I needed that break. Sashimi at night and I had to pack to leave. Trust me, after staying with these boys for a while, leaving was the very last thing I wanted to do.
Beijos
And to thank Cyborg for all the hard training he gave me, I drew this for him.
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