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Below are some photos from Nick’s grappling session (discussed in my earlier update) last week with me in them.  Original photos are here.


Warmup, alligator crawls I believe:dsc_8055

Drilling passing guard to side control (me on the bottom): dsc_8089

Second stage of this pass, throwing the partner to the side as he moves for an armbar/triangle/etc. then landing in side control: dsc_8091

Drilling another pass technique, from half-guard to mount (notice my partner’s about to push his knee through after trapping my arm):dsc_8115

Nick helping my drilling partner with proper form on a knee bar: dsc_8147

Group photo! dsc_8154

Nick wanted a group photo of everyone with their shirts off “for his girlfriend” (hrm…)  Apparently I am the only guy in this crew with hair! dsc_8155

Afterwards we all went in a circle shaking each other’s hands and exchanging names (yes sometimes women train with us!): dsc_8169

P.S. The internet connection here is really crappy and I have occasional formatting issues as a result.  Sorry!


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