I haven't worked out at all for more than a week due to exam preparations, besides casual and work-related cycling for an hour or two every day. (Unlike hitting my punching bag, I can patrol my family store while cycling.)
To compensate a tiny bit for my loss of power, I ate a few pieces of bread with peanut butter for snacks. I had a heavy lunch of rice, chicken, and assorted vegetables.
Unfortunately, my walking was still slower and more relaxed than usual.
Day 7
I did almost all of my shadowboxing with a cone that I circle around and pretend it's a target.
As I've stated before, this is a reference to Minecraft strafing, where a player moves in a circle around the opposing player while attacking in order to deal damage without getting hit.
I figure that using the strafing technique in real life can potentially make a real human opponent dizzy through constant movement. It also helps strike weak points.
I used this strafing technique to dodge yet another Superman punch by Boulder.
I used this strafing technique to dodge yet another Superman punch by Boulder.
I also practiced a combo where I throw some chip-damage punches, dodge an attack, then do a quick 180-degree spin and use a rear naked choke.
Chipping the enemy away and making them dizzy should make them less likely to escape a choke, I guess? And it also makes them easier to push and pull around, allowing me to bang their heads on a wall or my knee, or use them as meat shields.
I slightly improved on the mittwork, I think.
When Coach G-Force wants me to move, he lightly pushes my shoulder towards the direction he wants. This time, I predicted when Coach G-Force wanted me to move, so I strafed really fast and he wasn't able to touch my shoulder, since I imagined it to be an attack, just in case I get into a real fight.
I dodged attacks a bit faster without being verbally told to do so, but still struggled with the long combos. Perhaps the thought of school work was still stuck in my head.
I was told to parry more often this time, and I did so with a lot of power to pretend I was making my opponent more stressed by not only stopping their attacks, but also showing off my strength and leaving a wide-open weak point on the side of the head while the opponent's hand is down. After all, tacticians have to crush their enemies both physically and mentally.
At the end of the boxing part, I forgot to state this in earlier posts, but I'm told to do push-ups and abdominal exercises. I struggled a lot with all of them, especially the push-ups and planking. I "died" after 6 push-ups and 20 seconds of planking, but I kept going until 33 push-ups and 60 seconds of planking.
Other than these, there were no unique drills. Perhaps my mom wanted Coach G-Force to maintain a consistent, linear workout pattern?
Looks like I'll have to take uniqueness into my own hands...er, fists. Bring me the imaginary enemies!
Fortunately, Coach G-Force finally offered to ask if I wanted kicking in our next workout. I eagerly said, "Yes!"
Because my arms felt rekt the day after this training session, but my legs were perfectly fine. I wanted my whole body to feel the burn. I like full-body workouts, thank you very much.
Despite my struggles, Coach G-Force continued to tell other trainers and gym-goers that I'm "strong", but on this day, he also said I'm his "pambato". I don't know what that Filipino word means, but I'm gonna roughly translate it to "chosen". (I need a better translation.) I reckon, if Coach G-Force could choose one of his trainees to step into the ring, he would choose me.
I watched Coach G-Force's video of him training Ogie Alcasid, a Filipino celebrity singer. I think he has trained with Coach G-Force for years, but his punches were, at best, the same as my noob level. To be honest, I expected him to be faster than me, considering the footage I've seen in the news showing other Filipino celebrity actors training in martial arts, and they're pretty darn fast.
I told Coach G-Force that I watch Ogie Alcasid boxing, and that I think I'm faster than him. Coach G-Force replied, "Because Ogie is 50 years old, and you're 19 years old."
I rebutted, "But you sparred with a 60-year-old Japanese, and he was pretty fast! I think Ogie has more potential than what I saw!"
I know it's selfish, but it feels really good to know that I outspeed even some Filipino celebrities. Developing one's potentials turns an average Joe into a fountain of knowledge.
Who Cares About Shyness?
CAUTION: This contains Hopeless Romantic-related garbage.
During my rest breaks, I often watch and analyze Coach G-Force's other trainees. Many of them have similar power and speed, leaning towards the newbie level, but that's no surprise to me. It takes willpower and determination to become strong.
The particular trainee I saw on this day was a fairly young and slightly chubby woman having Muay Thai training. (I'm not giving a fake name.) She was about the same as newbie level on the first few rounds, but became faster and hit harder on the next rounds. Talk about ramping up the difficulty level. (Maybe I've been putting too much effort even though I've been telling myself to do chip damage. I suppose it's in my nature to be ready for anything Coach G-Force throws at me.)
When she had her rest break, she sat about more than arm's length away from me and fixed her things while I played with my own imagination, thinking about what moves to use on my imaginary enemies.
Coach G-Force then introduced us to each other by telling us each other's names. I calmly offered to shake her hand, and she accepted. I then went back to my internal combat analyses to focus my mind away from the pain in my muscles and prepare for the next round.
After our training, I started a chat with her, saying "Are you (name)? You were pretty fast. How long have you been training?"
"2 years," she said. "It's been a long time since I've last trained. When was the first time you trained?"
"I trained in boxing since I was 14 years old."
"Oh yeah? How old are you now?"
"I'm 19 years old."
"Wow, so you've been training for a long time! I train just to lose weight, you know."
"Alright, good to know," I said lazily.
"Oh wait, my transport is this way. I gotta go."
"Okay, bye," I said with anticipated disappointment. Oh well, no big deal--I'm not at Gold's Gym to chat. I'm there to become super strong to adapt to the physical challenges of life.
Weird moral lesson: If you have a crush on someone you don't know, talk to him/her like you would with another normal person. Start with a topic about something you two have in common.
Bytesize Part 1 has been posted: https://reallunatictactician.blogspot.com/2018/11/creepers-hate-tacticians-bytesize-with.html
I slightly improved on the mittwork, I think.
When Coach G-Force wants me to move, he lightly pushes my shoulder towards the direction he wants. This time, I predicted when Coach G-Force wanted me to move, so I strafed really fast and he wasn't able to touch my shoulder, since I imagined it to be an attack, just in case I get into a real fight.
I dodged attacks a bit faster without being verbally told to do so, but still struggled with the long combos. Perhaps the thought of school work was still stuck in my head.
I was told to parry more often this time, and I did so with a lot of power to pretend I was making my opponent more stressed by not only stopping their attacks, but also showing off my strength and leaving a wide-open weak point on the side of the head while the opponent's hand is down. After all, tacticians have to crush their enemies both physically and mentally.
At the end of the boxing part, I forgot to state this in earlier posts, but I'm told to do push-ups and abdominal exercises. I struggled a lot with all of them, especially the push-ups and planking. I "died" after 6 push-ups and 20 seconds of planking, but I kept going until 33 push-ups and 60 seconds of planking.
Other than these, there were no unique drills. Perhaps my mom wanted Coach G-Force to maintain a consistent, linear workout pattern?
Looks like I'll have to take uniqueness into my own hands...er, fists. Bring me the imaginary enemies!
Fortunately, Coach G-Force finally offered to ask if I wanted kicking in our next workout. I eagerly said, "Yes!"
Because my arms felt rekt the day after this training session, but my legs were perfectly fine. I wanted my whole body to feel the burn. I like full-body workouts, thank you very much.
Despite my struggles, Coach G-Force continued to tell other trainers and gym-goers that I'm "strong", but on this day, he also said I'm his "pambato". I don't know what that Filipino word means, but I'm gonna roughly translate it to "chosen". (I need a better translation.) I reckon, if Coach G-Force could choose one of his trainees to step into the ring, he would choose me.
I watched Coach G-Force's video of him training Ogie Alcasid, a Filipino celebrity singer. I think he has trained with Coach G-Force for years, but his punches were, at best, the same as my noob level. To be honest, I expected him to be faster than me, considering the footage I've seen in the news showing other Filipino celebrity actors training in martial arts, and they're pretty darn fast.
I told Coach G-Force that I watch Ogie Alcasid boxing, and that I think I'm faster than him. Coach G-Force replied, "Because Ogie is 50 years old, and you're 19 years old."
I rebutted, "But you sparred with a 60-year-old Japanese, and he was pretty fast! I think Ogie has more potential than what I saw!"
I know it's selfish, but it feels really good to know that I outspeed even some Filipino celebrities. Developing one's potentials turns an average Joe into a fountain of knowledge.
Who Cares About Shyness?
CAUTION: This contains Hopeless Romantic-related garbage.
During my rest breaks, I often watch and analyze Coach G-Force's other trainees. Many of them have similar power and speed, leaning towards the newbie level, but that's no surprise to me. It takes willpower and determination to become strong.
The particular trainee I saw on this day was a fairly young and slightly chubby woman having Muay Thai training. (I'm not giving a fake name.) She was about the same as newbie level on the first few rounds, but became faster and hit harder on the next rounds. Talk about ramping up the difficulty level. (Maybe I've been putting too much effort even though I've been telling myself to do chip damage. I suppose it's in my nature to be ready for anything Coach G-Force throws at me.)
When she had her rest break, she sat about more than arm's length away from me and fixed her things while I played with my own imagination, thinking about what moves to use on my imaginary enemies.
Coach G-Force then introduced us to each other by telling us each other's names. I calmly offered to shake her hand, and she accepted. I then went back to my internal combat analyses to focus my mind away from the pain in my muscles and prepare for the next round.
After our training, I started a chat with her, saying "Are you (name)? You were pretty fast. How long have you been training?"
"2 years," she said. "It's been a long time since I've last trained. When was the first time you trained?"
"I trained in boxing since I was 14 years old."
"Oh yeah? How old are you now?"
"I'm 19 years old."
"Wow, so you've been training for a long time! I train just to lose weight, you know."
"Alright, good to know," I said lazily.
"Oh wait, my transport is this way. I gotta go."
"Okay, bye," I said with anticipated disappointment. Oh well, no big deal--I'm not at Gold's Gym to chat. I'm there to become super strong to adapt to the physical challenges of life.
Weird moral lesson: If you have a crush on someone you don't know, talk to him/her like you would with another normal person. Start with a topic about something you two have in common.
Bytesize Part 1 has been posted: https://reallunatictactician.blogspot.com/2018/11/creepers-hate-tacticians-bytesize-with.html
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