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Q309: Ready to face the alien

Kiss My Ass - The last time I really, really Dirty went to was in my first triathlon . 500 meter swim in a pond near Zwettl permanently with 400 other arms and legs have a connect . No air to breathe, more under water than on water. I thought that I would never do such a thing again.

Kiss My Ass - I have experienced anything like it again. This time, however, high-Zwettl Zwettl .

I thought that the first boxing sparring unit with Ms. Monk and her coach (aka now my coach) would be easier. I kind of thought to a bissal impact and step technique and then a little Sparring unit the end. And then THAT!

In principle, yes it has started well. skipping rope jumping and a few percussion exercises. Then an end to funny and the coach can get out of the sow. "And ? boxed Ever! "-" Yes, 28 years ago in the Disco "-" Aha. You and Jones want for your-can-only-give-a-go sparring over a distance of 3 rounds of 3 minutes. Do you have a idea of what that means? "-" Kloar, i geh Woide SÓGOR over 5 rounds Hehe! Wos soi scho be here? Can net worse ois fünfhundat Meta schwimma on his time! "

" All right. I would suggest then I'll show you what two minutes in boxing! "[Two minutes? Will I take the piss out of the?] If you say so. Certainly. Fang ma comfortable to hold. "

The cozy Exercise: A lap of 2 minutes. 30 seconds Pratzenschlagen with the coach, then 30 seconds sparring with Ms. Monk. This mixture two times = 2 minutes.

3-2-1 Here we go. Of course I'll show what I have on it and dresch what goes into the claws. Bam - Bam - left - right - left - right - Bam - Bam. " Los impact resistant! "I'll do him a favor, I'm not Lusche . In between, he attacks me with his claws and thrashes on the side of the upper arms . He likes. Not to me. The going's a question that I spend in 30 seconds and I do not notice Depp's purpose of. Are you Deppat , where the stars are her running over my eyes? Cycle? No pain, no pain! I can no longer hands gscheit keep up. Tüüüüt, 30 seconds are up. I think that was a hours, so shit's how I feel. " Monk's your turn! "

" Let the hands up, "yells the coach. " Mooonk! If he hands down he gives himself is to blame. you still beat . That's Boxing! Reaaaaaaaaaaaady to rumble ... "Thank God responds to the Monk slow and I can build in time to cover. I feel like Tommy Lee Jones and Will Smith at team wrestling with aliens . An alien with padded Klodeckeln sounds 8 hands up and out of the corner is the next Alien, feathery light in the legs and arms. It seems that I've

no feeling at all for the distance. OK, build double coverage. My cover is made of reinforced concrete Prussian . My Dad, the old spiked helmet, would be proud of the son of man. Since no Monk comes through.

shit, I mixed the concrete wrong . The Monk skin twice ansatzlos through my double coverage as if not to be there. Dad would disown me . Fuck, it hurt. I thought we had a deal that we propose only half the intensity ? And I can not fight back! Day before yesterday I saw a documentary on violence in marriage. It was But the violence emanating from women. Shit, my whole skull whistles. The tinnitus is currently the least of my problem. 30 seconds, could you imagine?

Tüüüüt, 30 seconds are over. Whaaat? Only a minute? The alien with the claws, of course, do not wait until I have the arms back up. Buff - Buff - Bamm - Bamm. Seems to me as if the 8 arms. With 2 arms may not be as fast and take anywhere. I felt his right paw on my arm at the same time, my ears and my forehead. Des's net.

Then again I may not hit. In fog I can make two raised claws. hidden Where of the other 6? " fixed, ," shouts the alien. I could not even have a turning and drinking Flascherl blow. Everything in me whistles. Breathing is hell. "I chew nimma. "-" Go on, go! Breathe, breathe! , "shouts the alien. I'm trying desperately between the mouth guard to suck air. This is net! Puff - Puff - doublet - doublet. " Schlaaaagen, strike. Left, right, go! "My strokes fizzle just before the clamps. The Alien moves with my body blows concrete cover down and then same again chimes to start in my ears.

Tüüüt, 30 seconds are over. " Monk, it's your turn! , "yells the aliens. The last 30 seconds. No pain, no pain. This time craps the Monk nothing and wait until I do not even have his hands up. Bamm - Bamm - Whoosh - Whoosh. Even shocked by the cross they gave me just poured out, comes out a faint " Tsswschuldigung " between their teeth protection . From Alien is only " Waaaaas jeeeeetzt waaaaar daaaaas. An apology? Next is well presented with a bouquet ? "No pain, no pain! There comes a time where I may strike back. Just wait. With cling I save myself over the distance. Tüüüüüt, finally, the last 30 seconds are over.

From an Alien comes: " So, mini-Klitschko. Which was 2 minutes. Now you know what comes to you. Want to really go over 5 rounds of 3 minutes? "

" Ahhhh Ahhhhh ... ... ... Iiiiich Iiiiich Ähhhhhh ... Ahhhhhh ... ... ... Ahhhhaaahhhhahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa "While I try to formulate a set of , takes the alien from the shock destruction. " So, short break. Then 2 rounds of 2 minutes. 30 I, 30 Monk. Monk must now beat combinations. "

" Ready to rumbleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! "

PS: To be a fight about 3 times to 3 minutes to train amateurs 14 hours. Per week! Our release manager would say, " 14 hours per weeeeek. Could you imagine? "So much for 3 x 5 minutes.