Blog #15: Metro Fight Club - Training with Tito Ortiz's Instructor

Yesterday I met a girl who was talking about how she does kickboxing at this place called Metro Fight Club where they train MMA fighters and all that jazz.  So I figured, eh, might as well, it's a trial class, it's free, I have nothing to lose except for maybe a tooth or so. Ok, fine, I guess I should rename my title because it's a bit misleading.  Technically the class was instructed by Saul (the instructor guy for Tito), but it's not like 1 on 1. So no, I am not the next Million Dollar Baby.  My mind doesn't work that way, I complain about everything that physically exhausts me.  Mentally, I think I can hang, but once my arms starts aching or my foot starts cramping, I'll whimper away. Hence, that is why I'm a much better sprinter than I am a long distance runner.  I have NO stamina.

Anyway, I showed up to this place and found out that the head instructor there also instructs Tito Ortiz. Yea, freaking crazy...it left me wanting to flee.  I don't want to work so hard where I'm going to collapse damnit, I just need to work out!  If anyone knows my background, then you'll understand why I'm utterly afraid of classes like this.

They also have a real cage in there too. When she told me there was a cage there, I thought she was joking...no there's a real cage there that you fight in. Trust me, I won't be going in there any time soon.

Yea, that's Tito.

Anyhoo, the class wasn't too bad. I didn't get yelled at the way I thought I would, and I think I might pay to go there.  HOWEVER... because I didn't have my own boxing gloves, I had to borrow theirs.  And DAMN, my hands smell like rotten eggs + boys sweat (yes, boys sweat stinks whereas girls do not).

PS: My Mother texted me for the first time today...LOL. It is hilarious.  I got threat texts from my bro and sis because I gave my Mom another opportunity to reach us.

So my Dad knows how to write emails.  My Mother knows how to text. HAHA...that's for tomorrow's blog.