DIY Heavy Bag

April 11 2020… what the hell man.

So by now you all have been stuck without a gym or training partners and probably finding all of the craziest ways to turn your furniture into gym equipment (or bjj buddies).

I’m adding to your DIY quarantine list… DIY Heavy Bag!

So I got some of this idea from my fiance, who did this previously in the army.

Supplies:
A canvas duffel bag. (I used my fiance’s old army bag)
5 rolls or more of duck tape
Heavy duty rope to support the bag weight.
A screw hook to hang the bag. That is heavy duty to hold the bag weight.
Sawdust, cat litter, sand, anything to fill the bag depending on how heavy you want it. (My fiance said he used old scrap clothes in his bag).

I was lucky to have all of these supplies at my house. I didn’t need to purchase anything. I would consider your budget before making a diy one like this. Because if you end up buying all of the supplies new, you might as well just buy a heavy bag.

Step 1:

Grab  your duffel bag and check to make sure all seams are properly stitched and strong. You may need to flip you bag inside out to stitch any parts. Take off any extra buckles or metal parts or straps. If your bag does not tie on the end like a military sea bag, you will need to keep some buckles and straps to use to hold your bag up.

Step 2:

Fill you bag up! I used sawdust from fresh cut trees by my house. It is light enough to not kill you when you carry and hang it, but dense enough to stay put when you punch. 
If you use sand just make sure you can carry the bag and place it on your hook. It will be super heavy FYI. Cat litter can work, or even old clothes like Keegan did.

Step 3:

Once you fill your bag tie it up tight, reinforce if need be. Then attach the rope needed to hang it. If you do not have a top tying bag (like a typical military seabag/duffel bag) You will need to fasten your rope to the bag. Depending on what style bag you have, you could wrap rope through buckles, and tie it around the middle/top before hanging. You will just need to use extra duck tape to cover buckles and rope. I would also suggest sewing them in to reinforce. My bag already had a decent amount of thick rope at the top (they are drawstrings). So I did not need extra rope for this.

Step 4:

Once you have a filled bag, with rope attached to the top, and it is secure. No you can cover it in duck tape. Mine took about 5 rolls of tape. I used all of the fun patterns that I had hanging around the house that I never had the use for. Finally those weird tape rolls got used!

Make sure you really cover all of it 🙂

Step 5:

Now with your bag all set, time to put that hook in the wall. I had a hammock hook that was outside already. So make sure when you find a place, you are using a very sturdy beam in your house/ basement/ porch etc. Screw it in and make sure it is sturdy!

Step 6:

Time to hang your bag! You might need a hand with this depending on how big the bag is. Once you hang it up, it is good to go! TIP: You may need to add some extra ducktape once you hang it up.

You can find these bad ass leggings HERE

Next up is a longer DIY kicking heavy bag from old truck tires! 😉

My First Thai fight and First loss

I have to be honest with myself and everyone. I did not want to compete in my most recent fight. I have not wanted to do much since, well, 9 months?

Call it postponed postpartum depression, hormone changes, or whatever. But I just am not me since having Klaus. Some days I am okay. And even when I am at the gym I can be mostly okay. But something just has not been right in my brain for a long time.

Which leads me to fighting. Fighting is and always has been my jam. Since the ripe age of 13. Give me any martial art and I will excel, fast. I am just naturally talented and have always been good at any of the arts. I know this, and yet, everyday at the gym I tell myself I am worthless trash. Sounds harsh and ridiculous, I know. Trust and believe, I know. I swear I have arguments with this voice in my head sometimes. Good versus bad. Darkness versus the light.  And this is not just secluded to me and martial arts. I am this way with my businesses, being a mom, anything. I always have a terrible little voice inside trying to make me quit, give up. I just never do. I have will power from the Gods, truly.

But that doesn’t mean its any less taxing on my mental state. I strive for an unattainable perfection in all aspects. So when I need to sacrifice part of me to achieve some other goal. I fall apart.

For instance:

My fights since having Klaus came at a time when both me and Keegan left our safe, full time jobs, to follow our hearts and start businesses. Literally after having a baby. Crazy? Yes. Fun? maybe?….

So I tried to put my heart into being a new mom, a new business owner, a fighter, and MANY other side projects.

I have been stretching myself and Keegan so thin we started to dislike each other. We never fought until the last year. And now between parenting, both businesses, him being my fighting coach, and me helping him reach fight goals, we just couldn’t hang.

So now that you get the mental picture, all this going on behind the hazel eyes and smiling face. Some of you can see what was going on, and to that I thank you for silently helping me and always being there.  Ya’ll rock.

This fight was just off. I mentally checked out of existing months ago. I just needed help and thought that if I made others happy, then I would be happy and find myself again. So I pushed and took a fight without passion. Now don’t get me wrong, I LOVE fighting. And it has been my dream to take a Thai fight. I just wish I waited until I was mentally there and not on a downward spiral into what could be another remake of the movie SuckerPunch.

I pushed, and trained hard. I dieted. I ran miles. I did all the hard work for a fight, physically. I really did. Fuck do I hate running. But I did it all. If I couldn’t be here mentally, I would be here physically. I was never nervous until the hours leading to my fight backstage. I just didn’t want to be there. I have never been afraid of pain. I never will. I welcome it. But the anxiety, stress and depression of “doing all the things” was worse than giving birth.

Fight day came and  I had a million work emails, people looking for me and relying on me for their weddings, events, businesses etc. I just wanted to leave. I felt guilty. And the moment I realized I didn’t give a crap about this fight, all I cared about is emailing clients after, and the events I have coming up, and all the stuff  that has been weighing me down, is when I knew I wasn’t going to win. I may be a really good and technical fighter, but none of that was showcased. And I knew it before I walked in.

Shit happens and life goes on. And I am not sorry I lost. I learned. I am a better fighter, and anyone knows that if they know me. But they might not know what demons I have going on. And that I was not handling them well.

I am learning to figure that all out as we go.

For now I need to prioritize my business and making money. I have house buying goals, weddings to plan, fighters to help, and shit to do. I will be back in there at some point when I am not silently screaming and floundering around like a entrepreneur fish out of too-much-shit-going on- water.

So now I feel a weight lifted. I don’t have the pressure to fight. I can finally enjoy it again. That is something I missed.

See you on the mats bitches.

 

p.s. Don’t treat an amateur Thai fight like an MMA fight. You lose a lot of points