I have been kind of busy with politics during the last few days and weeks. I have been elected into our university's Student Representative Council last Wednesday and before that I spent a lot of time campaigning or planning my campaign or at the local Lidl basement, where my MMA/Martial Arts club is located these days.
And this is just what I was going to write about. Training has been going well, I didn't end up under someone or in an arm/leg bar as soon as we started sparring and I noticed that the whole thing had become a little more fluent and natural. I'm still losing mostly, but now I also understand what kinds of mistakes I have made and know how to avoid them in the future.
Yesterday was out last beginner's course class. On Monday there will be a fresh load of beginners and we will be advanced. Today was the first advanced level training we were allowed to attend and me and two guys seized the opportunity. It was a different kind of training, a lot more hands on, really doing stuff, but that was to be expected. At some points I felt my technique was a little meh, but everybody told me that was normal and it would all come in due time. So, longer sessions, a little more exhausting than before, even more great people to get to know and six possible sessions a week. I guess there's no point to really attending six training sessions a week, because I have to give my body time to recover and I actually want to do some other sports related stuff, too, but yeah. I guess four or five would be okay.
Though, I got to admit, I had to made some sacrifices for this; Thursday I cut my hair short, or rather my hair stylist did. But I like the new hair, it's much more practical and washing my hair is not as much of an annoyance as before (which is great seeing that I had to wash it about two times a day in summer). And I won't be wearing mini skirts anymore due to excessive bruising. But seeing how much I've gained in the short time I've done MMA, I really don't feel these sacrifices anywhere.
Someone once told me that everybody could be enthusiastic about doing sports and I sincerely doubted it then. He told me, all you had to do was find "your thing", your passion, your discipline. Guess the "joke" is on me. Dude was right. And I'm really, really happy.
