In MMA class tonight, one of our "warm-up" exercises consisted of picking up a classmate in a fireman's carry, taking him across the classroom (a distance of about 15 feet) and back before setting him back on his feet. The idea was for each of us to lift each of our fellow classmates at least once.
There were four people in the class: me, esrblog
, a tall but painfully skinny young man named Will, and a taller, more muscular (but still skinny) young man named Josh.
If my endocrinologist's scale doesn't lie, I currently weigh about 140 pounds in the t-shirt and yoga pants I wear for practice. Will probably weighs much the same, maybe a bit more. Josh, I was later told, weighs about 170. I have no idea what esrblog
weighs, at this point.
We started out with Will. I had no problems.
Josh was next. He was a bit tougher to lift, and obviously heavier, but I still succeeded okay.
I tried to lift esrblog
, but it was not to be. So the instructor had me lift Will again.
By common consent, the exercise terminated before it was my turn to be lifted. Just as well--that would have been too easy.
We learned some nifty choke techniques, and then spent about 5 minutes grappling with a partner. Great fun. I expect to complete the process of getting my breath back before bedtime.
But it was fun, and it's certainly building my muscles, at least. Perhaps I'll be a jumbo shrimp, some day.