Exhausted
I’m a little late getting up today. I’m still incredibly sore from a workout I devised on Monday for my legs. I decided to let my upper body have a rest in the gym because my joints are getting stressed from armbars and such.
Wednesday night I went to class and struggled through it. The next morning at 11 I met up with one of the guys from class to help him work on his cardio. I put him through that same workout I did on Monday and then we ran a mile. He and the other cop we train with have MMA fights coming up in May and we’re all helping them train.
2 one legged pistol squats each leg
10 heavy kettlebell swings
10 pushups as fast as you can
20 jump lunges
5 sets no rest
I headed back to the gym at 5:30 on Thursday to spar with another kid in my class who wants to work on his cardio. We did five rounds of grappling starting from standing. Taking someone down and avoiding getting taken down will wear you out faster than nearly anything. I was gasping the whole time while acquiring about a square foot of new mat burn in tiny spots all over my body.
At work I ended up staying late and watching the door while the bartenders counted their money. I finally got home and collapsed at 4 a.m. Up at 7 as usual to let the puppy out. I’m basically writing this all out so I can read it a year from now and remember why I’m arthritic and look like I’m 43. Time for breakfast.
Check out Peter Tosh. On a unicycle with rainbow leg warmers and tiny Adidas warm up shorts on.

Every so often a commission comes along that just clicks. I love this one. Thanks to Honey, the girl who hired me for this painting.
finally started maintaining the routine of going to muay thai class every thursday before bjj. i feel like i got hit by a train and then mashed thoroughly with a rolling pin this morning. my cardio is failure and 4 times a week is kicking my ass, plus i got my first “injury” by breaking my pinky toe (it seems fitting that it would be the queerest pain ever to whine about.) saying it out loud is always grounds for being called a pure faggot. im starting to threaten the blues now though, so im tingling for that belt.
I’m still a mess on the ground. I can survive usually but that’s about it.
I am stunned.
This is my favorite of your paintings. Well done.