Our
LA vacation in the second half of February, 2015....
Day
02/28
Yesterday,
Friday, the noon class was exhausting.
Add
to that a mess of yard work, and a big beach walk, and I was pretty
well done in. There was no way I could suit up and repeat the daytime
training at the evening class. Therefore, I took to the sidelines to
watch instead.
Interestingly, it was nothing like the daytime class at all. If anything, it was harder. I sat there, pleased at my decision to watch. Everything they did was old hat, and grueling, until near the very end.
Rener showed a cunning control/guard/sweep/escape thingee. I had to snap out of my stupor, and try and do some spectator learning, as well as get it all written down.
Now it's Saturday morning; the last Los Angeles Saturday; the last class of my two weeks of training.
Interestingly, it was nothing like the daytime class at all. If anything, it was harder. I sat there, pleased at my decision to watch. Everything they did was old hat, and grueling, until near the very end.
Rener showed a cunning control/guard/sweep/escape thingee. I had to snap out of my stupor, and try and do some spectator learning, as well as get it all written down.
Now it's Saturday morning; the last Los Angeles Saturday; the last class of my two weeks of training.
Tomorrow,
we pack up the car, hug Denise, and our holiday ends.
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