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Because I lack the sense that the Good Lord gave me, I got up at 5:45 this morning and went to the nearby park to train with a guy who does a Russian martial art (supposedly originally developed for Russian Special Forces). First lesson of the day: Russians don't train on mats. They don't train on grass. They train on asphalt, because if you get thrown down on asphalt and you don't have several bones broken, then you know that you've learned to fall properly.
Also, Russian training drills look pretty fruity (think breakdancing meets balet), and the army guys from the JAG school who were doing their PT in the park at the same time probably wondered what we were trying to do.
Also, Russian training drills look pretty fruity (think breakdancing meets balet), and the army guys from the JAG school who were doing their PT in the park at the same time probably wondered what we were trying to do.