Portable Jiu Jitsu Mats Novels & Stories

There was a cement building attached to it that seemed deserted. "Where is everyone?" Brady asked as he scanned the area. It was clean kept and filled with many obstacles such as a pull-up bar and track. There was also a section dedicated to fighting mats that trainers would use to teach the warriors new moves. These mats were made to keep them from seriously injuring themselves on the rugged terrain.

I jump when I turn around and see Matt on the couch, scrolling through his phone. “Jesus Matt, you scared me. How long have you been sitting there?” “Not that long. 20 minutes maybe. Wanna get in a little more sparring before you go?” “You sure? I’m kinda sweaty. Also everyone is sleeping.” “Your sweat no longer bothers me. And we can do jiu jitsu. That should be quiet enough.” I shrug and say, “Alright, sure. Let’s do it.”

And we don't have enough money to always buy it from the store. ''Uh'' I reply, drying my face with a towel. ''Still wet after the storm. Was easy to find animal tracks. We'll have venison today''. I smile at her once beautiful face, framed with loose strands of her blonde hair. In just one year, my mother looks like she got older by ten. Wrinkles cross her forehead, bags under her eyes say she didn't get a decent sleep in a while. Her skin clings to her cheekbones as if forcefully stretched. She has been like this for a while now. ''I'll fetch some vegetables, then'' is all she says and goes outside.

Several blue mats are stacked on the floor, which is covered by a thick foam designed to soften falls. Jenny had grown quite accustomed to this floor, though she could confidently say it didn't soften her landings as much as promised. For what felt like the millionth time that day, she found herself crashing back down onto it, panting, aching, and sweating from the relentless training sessions with Timothy, the family's private instructor. "Again!" Timothy barked at her. Lying on the floor, Jenny groaned. "Timothy, I've had enough," she protested, rolling onto her back.

He kicks his shoes off on the edge of the mat before stepping onto it. He slowly ducks his head into the chest pads first. It is made similar to a vest with the front and sides heavily padded with half an inch of rebond foam on top of a quarter inch of high density foam. The foam is split into two inch squares allowing for flexible movement while protecting his chest and ribs. The hook and loop straps make it easy to adjust the fit but tend to be a little difficult to adjust on your own since his strap in the back. It’s not surprising when Cole leaves the pad open, simply hanging over his shoulders.

There was every piece of equipment imaginable, including a sparring ring and an area for weightlifting. Compared to the gym back home, this was an athletic wet dream. I already know that I will be spending as much time as I can in here. Mateo, who had followed us, slipped past me and walked over to an area in the corner that had towels and something else neatly stacked. I didn’t even get a chance to question what the other thing was, because he dropped his pants and slipped on a tiny pair of gym shorts from the second stack.

The three of them left the office and walked down to the basement section, which houses the Ring. The house was full, and a fight was ongoing inside the ring. People gave Kendra an ounce over in her GI Joe get-up, but Kendra ignored their stare. She was dressed as she usually is when she goes on a hunt. Red employees acknowledged him with a nod of their heads, and the audience, which had recognized Kendra during her fighting days, stared at her in awe. When Red joined the organizers, the man paid his respects and gasped when he caught sight of Kendra. His excited eyes flew to the Alpha, who nodded his head to the silent question in his eyes.

An hour later, we were feeling the burn, Yasmin clued me in that she had a babysitter until nine, and the place was crowding up. Yasmin had been shooting glances at the sparring area for some time. Like me, she practiced Brazilian jujutsu. She felt she was growing rusty so we grabbed a corner - really an 8x8 meter area. Since the southwestern space was already taken, we grabbed the northeastern spot. Despite my bum leg, Yasmin and I were having tons of fun. Then shit happened. "What style is that?" one of the now-substantial crowd of women spectators asked Yasmin - in Old Kingdom Hittite. Before I could translate, Yasmin spoke.

“If I spent all my time holding grudges against every person that did me wrong, I would have a terrible life.” Jadie thought about what he said. She really had a lot to learn from him. “Anyways,” he stepped up onto a pile of mats and turned to look down at her with a goofy grin. “These are the indoor training mats. They are used for practice sparring for beginners, something you will be using really soon.” Jadie scoffed and took a step back with a raised eyebrow. “What? Says who?” She crossed her arms and looked up at him, challenging his sporadic decision.

"These are the sparring mats and the gloves are in this cupboard. We have many sizes." "Damn you guys are really stocked up," he says in awe as he takes in the cupboard of bowing graves and 12 sparring mats spread throughout the sparring room. The club is not often full but I'd like to make sure no one is ever waiting for equipment. "Your office is next to mine and there is a door that adjoins them."