Bark! Bark Bark!

Man, where did this week go?

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BB's current therapy: Black Sabbath, especially songs like "Sabbath Bloody Sabbath," "Lord of This World," "War Pigs," and "Into the Void."

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In two consecutive Krav classes I paired up with new guys to train. They had some traits in common: Namely, they clearly had training and skills from other schools/disciplines, yet were humble and good to work with.

And I mean real skills. The first guy, on Wednesday night, was taller than I, and certainly more muscular. That is to say, he had muscles, whereas I do not.

He hit hard, and when I pressed him to share his background he just said, "Oh, this and that."

The second guy, on Thursday night, made things pretty interesting. Again, he was humble and good to work with. However, he owned up to being a Krav student at another school. He was about my height, but again, big and muscular. Probably 30-40 pounds heavier than I.

And last night was ground. After the first "buck and roll" drill when I ended up on my back with his forearm on my throat, I knew this guy had BJJ as well.

So he just slaughtered my techniques. Not in that bad way, like guys who anticipate what you're doing simply because they're training it too and screw you up just because they can. No, he presented real resistance, really made sure that I did it right, because doing it wrong would mean pain in a real fight.

I got slammed, rolled, torqued, kicked and split like a wishbone. Once in a while I managed to do the same to him. Afterwards he confessed that yes, he did have "a little Jiu Jitsu" in his background. "But I'm no expert," he said.

A good, challenging class.

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So check out what Pete Townshend says about Internet porn:

As for the porn industry (and I warned you about them too) - forget the problems caused by High Definition, get on with developing the Virtual Sex Glove. Handjobs over the internet.

I think he's onto something.

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Jacked up the sciatic nerve in my back, even before last night's ground class. You know what that does, right? It sends shooting pains down into your legs. I took a hefty dose of Benadryl last night, hoping I'd be too knocked out to notice the pain. Nope. I was just groggy and in pain. I didn't sleep worth a shit.

So I showed up at the chiropractor's office unannounced this morning. 12 hours later I feel better, but not perfect. Still got some of these random pains, but not as bad or as often. I'll bet I can sleep tonight.

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And he disagrees with the podiatrist's assessment of my leg injury. In fact, he treated it and helped it quite a bit.

The treatment hurt like hell. I told him I was about to "bark like a seal." I'm not even sure what that means.

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So just for you folks following along at home, the leg injury has been treated or diagnosed by:

Massage therapist
General physician
Physical therapist
Neurologist
Orthopedic doctor
Podiatrist
Chiropractor

I know a good dentist, but as of this point I don't believe I know a witch doctor to add to the list.

It's been diagnosed as:

Shin splints
Pinched nerve
Bone spur
Cyst
Medial tibial stress syndrome

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And screw all that. I'll keep going, bubba, keep going.

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Yeah, so I spent the day in sort of a daze. I felt so damn weird... I didn't know if I was groggy from the Benadryl, tired from the lack of sleep, coming down with something...

Damn, this reads like the blog of a hypochondriac.

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Generally I feel fine. Really. I work, I work out, all that. Just some nagging injuries here and there. I've had periods like this before. I'll get over it.

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I've prattled on long enough. Good night, have a good weekend.