Alright, let’s talk about this “porrad” thing. I’ve been meaning to give it a shot for a while now, and I finally got around to it last weekend. It’s supposed to be a Brazilian martial art, kind of like a mix of wrestling and… well, I don’t even know what else. But it looked intense, so I was like, “Why not?”
First off, I looked up some videos online to get a basic idea. I watched a few guys in these weird, colorful outfits throwing each other around. I thought, “Okay, looks kinda fun, I guess.” So I found a local gym that offered classes. Seemed legit.
Getting Started
I signed up for a beginner’s class, showed up on Saturday morning. The instructor, this big dude named Carlos, greeted everyone. He seemed nice enough, though his English was a bit rough. He started by showing us some basic warm-up exercises. Lots of stretching and some weird movements that looked like dancing, but not in a good way.
- Stretching: Basic stuff, nothing too crazy.
- Movement Drills: This is where it got a bit weird. We were shuffling around, hopping, and swinging our arms. I felt pretty goofy, to be honest.
Learning the Moves
After the warm-up, Carlos started demonstrating some basic moves. A lot of it involved grabbing your opponent and trying to throw them off balance. He paired us up, and I ended up with this skinny guy named Miguel. We started practicing, and let me tell you, it was awkward.
- Grips: Carlos showed us how to grip the special belt, or whatever it is. It felt really strange at first.
- Throws: We tried to throw each other, but mostly we just stumbled around. Miguel almost fell on his face a couple of times.
- Footwork: There was a lot of emphasis on footwork, trying to get your opponent’s feet tangled up. I kept stepping on Miguel’s toes.
Sparring (Sort Of)
Towards the end of the class, Carlos said we were going to do some light sparring. I was like, “Sparring? I barely know what I’m doing!” But he insisted. Basically, we just tried to apply the moves we had learned. It was more like a clumsy dance than a fight.
- Chaos: Everyone was bumping into each other, grabbing, and falling down. It was a mess.
- Confusing: I couldn’t remember half the moves Carlos showed us. I just tried not to get hurt.
- Exhausting: Even though it wasn’t a real fight, it was still tiring. I was sweating like crazy.
My Verdict
So, after my first “porrad” class, what do I think? It was definitely… an experience. I’m not sure if I’m going to go back. It was fun in a weird way, but I also felt like a complete idiot most of the time. Maybe I need a few more classes to get the hang of it. Or maybe I’ll just stick to something a bit less… physical. We’ll see. I’m sore all over, that’s for sure.
Anyway, that was my little adventure into the world of “porrad.” If you’re looking for something different, maybe give it a try. Just be prepared to feel like a goofball for a while.
