one of my one-on-one students that i took to 'the lab'--a brick walled in structure for only
padwork, mildly concealed by the noise of a massive generator thingy or something, was starting to look pale as i explored just how much i could get out of him. he gave his answer without even
knowning.
HE FARTED FOR ABOUT 45 F&*KING MINUTES.
i may have forced him to draw from within and push past his comfort zone--BUT I'M GUESSING HE DID THE SAME FOR ME
nasty little prick.
i thought i was training a develed egg salad--were it not from occasional bits of movement.
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