I would now apply the John John Florence model to my life. No need to go into details again, click here to read that bonanza of genius, but the realisation that strangling other men wasn’t going to have any real world effect, coupled with shock data from my fitness strap that showed the combat sports of jiujitsu and wrestling didn’t come close to surfing for fitness benefits, brought me full circle. Had I spent six days a week learning to operate a vehicle that was already obsolete? The blissful joys of hypoxia and the realisation that twinks raised on surf can roll with bears!Ĭonfession: I was grotesquely complicity in the demonisation of the vulnerable adult learner surfer but through daily suffocation and strangulation learned to find common ground even empathy for VALS. That story followed three previous stories detailing a year of Brazilian jiujitsu.Įxploring the nexus between the art of strangulation and surfing!
Was jiujitsu actually gonna work in a surf fight?
The last time we spoke, me admitting a fitness strap had become the fulcrum on which my life now rests, the reader outraged we could pivot so hard to an advertorial-combat sports model, I revealed my latest existential crisis. When John John Florence and middle bro Nathan wake up all they can talk about is WHOOP!
