Ronnie Britt Week 4 Blog

Anything worth having comes at a price. Right now it feels like I am late on payments, lol. This week has been rough. Last Saturday I was in my hometown of Diagonal visiting my mom and pop, but I thought I would get a morning workout and make the best of it. I jogged up to the high school and started doing sprints up a hill for five minutes, took a minute rest and then went to a monkey bar thing at the school playground and did five chin ups and ten push ups for five minutes. I then took another one minute break and then did ten box jumps on a wall about four feet up and ten burpees. It was tough, I was panting like a rabid dog. My dad was there with a timer and suggested I just do the sprints again and call it a day. No way, the harder you practice, the easier the fights. I did the whole workout again and cursed myself the whole time for fighting past the age of 35. Monday morning I did the same workout in my girlfriends hometown of Spencer Iowa. I am sure the family’s at the park I was at appreciated having a hairy nutjob on the verge of vomiting in their midst.

Tuesday I was off to the team DMEF training facility. I had to work late so I got there thirty minutes late but Danny Anderson, Chris Mickle and Mikey Van Meer stayed on to spar with me. We did boxing and these boys came after me. Mikey and Chris really like to bang, they swing for the fences and you better be prepared. Danny’s is less intense and more controlled, but his fists are like heat seeking missiles. And often times his targets are body shots. I hate that. lol. Mikey and Chris are on the same card as I am of course and they have been putting in some serious training time. I would do one round of five minutes with one of these guys and then rest for a minute or less and then a new guy would jump in. As I start to gas, these guys will pick up the intensity and try to light a fire under my butt. I gassed rather quickly, maybe it was the rough workouts over the weekend, maybe it was the intensity or maybe I am just too old. I think I ended up doin around 4-5 rounds. Not good.

Wednesday I went to Spartan Strength (www.spartan-strength.com) and Fitness and endured a grueling session of more kettlebell stuff and other arduous tortures. For the life of me, I cant recall what we all did. Maybe I have been traumatized! Or as some of you may be thinking, ‘he is goin senile’. I assure you, I am not goin senile, Im just a little punchy.

Thursday I made it too DMEF again and we did kickboxing with takedowns. Danny worked me over for several rounds as usual. We also have a new guy named Peyton that is somewhere around 6′5 and 220, he jumped in and slugged it out with me for a round or two as well. After several rounds of this treatment, I finished with a round of pad work with Danny. Our padwork consists of constant movement, punches, kicks, elbows, knees and other stuff. Much of it I picked up in Thailand when I trained there in 2005. Many people are surprised when I tell them I have trained Muy Thai in Thailand as I usually don’t use it when I fight. I figure I gotta go to work Monday and so does my opponent, why be brutal if I can finish it with a nice submission? If I finish it quick maybe I wont mess up my hair either!

Friday I made it to Spartan Strength (www.spartan-strength.com) again. Nick Rouse, the trainer/owner, made us do body weight workouts and said it would be an easy night. HA! Five rounds of constant versions of squats, lunges, chinups, pullups, turkish get ups and other devious stuff. I sweat so much I think I could drink the Raccoon river dry and still be dehydrated. The saying goes the more you sweat in practice the less you bleed in battle. At this rate I shouldnt even suffer a scratch in this next fight!

Saturday morning I fought my way through the Dam to Dam traffic to Chris Davids Iowa BJJ Academy. Here we do MMA sparring in a cage with shin pads and Shooto gloves. It’s a murderers row of fighters. We do five minute rounds with one minute rest, a new guy in on each round for those preparing for fights. My turn comes up and I do my three rounds in a row. It wasn’t pretty. I got a knot/bruise on my left temple from a right hook blast from Joe Brammer. My left shoulder is tender now after another fighter flips me to the ground. It seems no one respects their elders anymore! After my rounds are over I crawl out of the cage and contemplate what lung transplant would cost. Eventually I make it back into the cage for 2-3 more rounds and work techniques with these guys. I have been doing cage fighting before many of these guys were even teenagers, but I am still learning. You can never learn enough. I appreciate it fellas,…. thanks for the beatings as well.

It’s Sunday, and the only workout I really have planned today is a flag football game. My girlfriend has threatened to expand on my honey-do list since I commented on it last week, but maybe I can get a chance to recuperate anyway. I have been getting some nice responses from you readers and some questions as well. I will try to get to some of the questions as I can. I was asked how I got the name Warfrog. Believe it or not, many years ago I used to be able to dunk a basketball. I was 5′7 and could really hop so I got the nickname of Frog. Pretty original huh? Well, as I started fighting, some of my drinking buddies decided I needed a good fighting nickname. I offered the Diagonal Dragon. Rejected. I offered the Ringold Ruffian (my hometown is in Ringold county). I was told I had no say in picking my own nickname. I look back and I am kinda of glad about that! My buddies said I just couldn’t be announced as Ronnie ‘Frog’ Britt, who would be scared of that? Someone jokingly mentioned Battlefrog or Warfrog and we all laughed. Well, that’s all it took, they started calling me Warfrog. I didn’t like it. But it has grew on me and now I accept it and like it a lot. It fits me. I am not an intimidating guy, I don’t have that innate aggressiveness many fighters do. I am kind of goofy, affable and playful. These are not the qualities you really want if you are a cage fighter by the way, lol. I wish I could be a savage beast when I get into the cage, but I am not. Some of these guys I have seen, I wonder if their mom hugged them enough! One of you readers mentioned that I seem to be a different person in the cage, but I don’t think so really. I am just focused and intense as you can imagine of course. Its a fight after all. I am sure I will look across the cage at my opponent on the 26th of June and smile like I always have. One last time.

That’s it for this week, keep the questions coming. Next week I will go over more training stuff, diet and etc. I will also give thoughts on my last fight.

Till then, don’t croak.

Warfrog