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At the end of four months, I was holding my own with Kwaku. He was still champion and would win more times than I did. He didn’t let up on me, he pushed me even harder. I hated some of the training, but have to admit I look foreword to our sessions. I really like the results I see in the mirror, and how well my body has improved.
Orsty liked taking me to the gym, and seeing my progress. He and Kimo would discuss my progress, and how well Ospee and I looked while wrestling. I was finally able to take Ospee down, but it was a rare occasion. Ospee said I was really making progress, that he was having a harder time taking me down.
Kwaku was full of pride when I told him what Ospee said, and that I was now able to take Ospee down. Once again he got more demanding with me, and was so intense with my training, that we both were exhausted at the end of each session. One day I literally crawled to the hosing down area, I didn’t feel like I could stand and walk. I just lay on the ground while Kwaku hosed me off, and continued to lay there while he hosed himself off.
The next time I visited the gym, Ospee and Kimo were very impressed with my performance. I think I caught Ospee off guard, and took him down before we really got started. But overall he was the better that day, and came out on top. After showering and getting dressed, I joined Orsty and Kimo for their evaluation. They were surprised by my start, and pleased with my overall performance.
Kimo told Orsty he would like for us to come early net time, to come in the morning rather than the afternoon. He said he wanted to take us someplace, and that the town was about a two hour drive away. Orsty agreed to be at the gym by 9:00 that morning.
I was really anxious to tell Kwaku all about my performance at the gym. The next day I was able to share everything with Kwaku, and give him all the credit. As a reward he worked me to the point of almost unconsciousness.
The next two weeks were so intense that I thought I would have to quit. I complained to Kwaku, and he used his boxing experience to convince me otherwise. After that I didn’t complain, but just worked as hard as I could.