-- Mom, Dad, I need to tell you something very important. You probably won't understand, but I can't keep it to myself anymore.
-- Don't worry, you're our son, and we love you for who you are.
-- I'm an MMA fighter.
-- Get out!!!
I hope that training twice a day, every day, will turn me into a killing machine. Like this machine.
But then it will turn out that because of the crazy schedule and overtraining, I'll turn from a 72 kg weakling into a 65 kg weakling, with a height of 185 cm, I'll have chronic headaches from constant beatings and lack of sleep, I won't be able to study due to lack of time, and in the end, I'll mess up so much that they won't even take me into the army.
I'll write about my impressions later; today was just a wrestling training session. They have everything organized by weeks: one week of wrestling, another of striking, a third for physical training, and so on.
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers