Back in old country(serbia) i used to work as a door man...a bouncer,whatever...and my job was that..hitting people...and you know what...it's discusting..every night we went home and we had same retards beaten up in the club...i used to smoke in the bed all night long...yeah,i was a smoker...and thinking how miserable i am..when out of all profesions i had the one that demandes hurting people...i mean,all those people were total morons,agresive,drunk,drugged or who knows what else...but even if they deserved it...why should i be the executor of that...was i born for that to became...could't i contribute humanity in some other...more constructive way...shit it was realy sad...when i was about to move to sweden i specificly said to my wife...find me any job...EXCEPT security,vakt or what ever...i got so sick of it.
But in serbia last five-six years i used to work with a craziest guy i've ever meet...he is a professor of prydical education in a highschool..specialised for box,and also a kickbox champion...he is realy nice person,totaly polite...i mean he's a professor for christ sake...but that guy was first...strong as a fucking mad bull...and the amount of bols that that guy have is realy ridiculous...he wasn't afraid of the satan him self...i swear to god...but he was also our mentor...for life and kickboxing...
Even though i realy dont like physical fight in any shape or form...the sport as it is...to train...is super exciting,and it realy grabs you..since...we had to train that to know how to defend ourselfs...
In the begining i was a bit...well not thrilled about the fact that i'm gonna start training kickbox..first,because it doesn't agree with my mass training in the gym...as any idiot bodybuilder i was afraid that i'm gonna loose muscles having those exousting trainings four,sometimes five times a week..and second...it was about time as weel...i had a huge lack of free time...wich i have even now...i just have learned how to live with it...
At that time my day started with breakfast...after a while i take my bicycle and go to the gym...have my clients for a four to six hours...yeah i was a personal trainer...just to mention a little fact someone might find interesting...my training session lasted about an hour and i used to charge that not more than ten swedish crowns...wich is about one euro or one point something dollar...hmmm...nice...any way,after i was done with my clients...it was my time...workout for an hour and a half...then eat...and then have coffe-break for not more then one hour and then kickbox session for another hour and somethin'...and in the end of that we had to do some activities...usualy it was indor footbal or valleyball...so i was leaving home around 9-10,and got back 9-10 evening...
so it was i bit too much,but as soon as we've started with trainings i loved it...you get to feel the power but in totaly diferent way than when lifting weights...you get speed,energy,motivation...
of course everybody there were amaized with me being so stretchable with my legs...since they're quite big and i still do splits no problem...but the truth is when i was a boy...i was so into jean claude van dam that i was doing everything he did in his movies,and of course splits was his signature..so i wanted that as well and when i realy want something to achive i'm not lettin' it go that easy..
so my advice is...if you haven't tried kickboxing yet and you are into sports and being physicly active...try it you'll like it i guarantee it...it just...when it comes to fighting...well that's up to you...with me it's like this...if a person triggers me far enough...i belive i could be able to take away his life,but it's realy hard for me to even say something hurful to a person wich didn't deserve it...i realy injoy making people feel better in any way...so entering the ring and hitting some stranger as strong as i can for no other reason than sport..well in my book that's not how sport should work...the farthest i can go with that is sparing...wher you hit your oponent but,not as hard as you can,and there's no points,it's just about the thechnique improvement that's it...so mabey i'm wrong but that's how i feel...
this is my foot efter,i was punching a bag in the gym...due to exhausting diet...i coudn't do anything with the bag...just workout and go home...but when i eat again a get so much energy that i could fly....efter a weight workout i started a bit with a bag and then a got that crazy feeling...and then i started to hit that bag harder and hader,and it one point i felt that im nit doing properly front and rear lowkick and it hurts...but the feeling in my head was better,so i couldn't stop...evenualy when i stoped...i kinda had the feeling that everyboudy in the gym stopped with what they were doing and looking at me...like they wanna say...do you want us to call emergency...are you allright...but i felt so releved and good that it was worh of it..now the swelling and the bruise went from lower leg to my foot...he my shoe is to small on my right foot,but it's fine...i'll survive:-)))
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