Survived! I somehow managed to make it through another training session. Forward and backward rolls? I’d rather not even talk about how sick they make me feel. We spent time lifting and lowering our partner from the ground while they were in guard position. Then came sparring—three rounds, six minutes each—with partners way younger than me.
The first was a 19-year-old kid, well-trained. He was constantly moving and attacking. I had no energy to do much, but I managed to hold good positions, and he couldn't really do anything to me. I was actually pretty satisfied with that.
The next one, about 30 years younger than me, with a few more months of training under his belt, and significantly heavier. I couldn’t do a thing. I just focused on avoiding injury. I tapped a few times during those six minutes, just to stay safe.
The final round was against someone ‘only’ 15 years younger, with two or three fewer training sessions than me, but by then I was so exhausted I could barely move. I had nothing left in the tank.
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