Level 1, Gorgeous Bastard. Palm heel strikes, which, since I wasn’t wearing wraps ripped the skin right off my hand. Freaking girly skin. Front kicks & drill drill drill drill. GB’s drills are always fun, though.
We did the one where you put the bags in the center of the room - only enough for half the class - & everyone goes to the edges of the room & faces away, lying face down, hostage style with fingers interlaced behind your head & ankles crossed.
When he gives the signal you jump up as fast as you can & try to get to the bag first so you can be the holder & not the striker for the fatigue drill.
We also did one where the striker (me) strikes the bag with 10 hard palm heels then goes down for 5 pushups while your bag holder takes 2 steps bag & you jump up quick like a bunny & continue the exercise all the way across the room & back, as fast as possible.
I was so tired by the last 2 sets I thought my life was over & my bag holder is taunting me mercilessly while I’m doing my pushups, “What’s wrong with you, Parker, I can’t even feel those strikes?!!” The giant bellow of “FUCK YOU!” was out of my mouth before I even had time to think the words. He just laughed.
Level 2/3, taught by Relentless, which he is. Nobody loves a good punch to the gut more than he, so that’s what we all gave and got. We also played an awesome game of Monkey in the Middle. This one was tough.
The Monkey is attacked by four attackers in quick succession & responds with hammerfists, front kicks, & knees, for one minute. Then, on the signal, the attackers throw down their bags & shoot in for chokes, one immediately after the other, for another minute.
The key is to never ever let the Monkey rest. This allows the exhaustion & disorientation to set in quickly, which you then have to fight through. By the end of my round my legs are rubbery, I’m giving pathetic little heaving sounds with every strike, and I can’t breathe or focus my brain.
We’re all like that. Its freaky, because I think we’re all in really good shape, but going all out like that for two minutes straight just wrecks you. Maybe because it comes at the end of two hours.
Good night, sleep tight, I know I will.