Photos from fightingthai.com

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:

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

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

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

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

Group photo!

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!

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

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

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