FourOuncesToFreedom.com - June 12, 2008

by JeffI suspended my gym membership and left town last week. For the next few months I'm working in Shreveport Louisiana. Not much of an MMA presence here. Not much of anything. Though at the local Super Wal-Mart I did manage to spot the double-disc Dale Earnhardt DVD. According to the cover, "behind the wheel he was a legend. Behind the legend he was one of us." In the same aisle I saw a guy with "Betty Jo" tattooed in script across his calf. I used to only joke that shit like that existed.

According to a guy on our crew there is a new MMA gym on the far side of town. I haven't had time to check it out yet. Obviously I don't expect much, but something is better than nothing. I've been here a week and had the urge to work a bag daily. Frustrating, since I'm in a rental apartment with no gym and none of the sporting goods stores I've called have free-standing bags.

It took me all of 24 hours to throw this up.

I can't imagine the people living below me enjoy it much. But, I did them a favor and replaced it last night. That set up was far to flimsy to kick, even lightly. So I emptied my gym bag and stuffed it with pillows and towels. To weight it down a little I put a core in it of .223 and .40 ammo. A lot of ammo.

It hangs in the same spot and is heavy and dense enough that I can throw some kicks without hurting myself or the wall (sorta). I'll add a picture of it to this when I get around to it.

Improvisation, bitches.

Edit: Here's the revised version.

Posted by Jeff at 5:56 AM