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Since we have a proudest moment thread, what about your most humbling moment?

One of them was when I was last year, when I was underweight and very weak. I wasn't able to pull myself up back onto the boat after a capsize practice. The coach lifted me into his boat with one arm. He later told me that his secret was pull ups and I've been doing them since.

The other happened just today. My gym's boss told me to stop using the trap bar for deadlifts because he thought I was ready for the proper barbell. I had to relearn the technique from scratch. While I was able to lift a little more than my own weight with the trap bar, I'm doing only half my weight on the barbell and it's STILL difficult.

I believe that mine came when I began my Krav Maga training. I am a large individual at 6'4" and 240 pounds, so most of my life I was able to get by with my size as my primary combat weapon. Most people don't want to fight someone that large, and those that do rather quickly find out how much muscle mass exists in even an out-of-shape person that size. It tends to make one a bit self-assured and unconcerned with anyone of small size.

My Krav Maga instructor was probably about five and a half feet and a hundred eighty pounds soaking wet with the wind blowing down on him. Naturally, I approached the grappling sessions with a good deal of cockiness because I could toss someone like that around with little difficulty in the past.

I'm certain that imagination can suffice from there. The moral of the story is, the sound of humility is the sound of a 6'4" 240 pound man hitting the mat. Hard.

Ha! mine was actually yesterday. I was visiting a dojo, the sensei of which is a good friend of mine. He told me to rest after about 3 rounds of ne-waza and he took over. As i returned he made a crack about my beauty rest and another joke about me being girly for needin a break. I figure. "Hey Ill show em beauty rest."

After about 2 minutes i pin him in tate shiogatame. As i get up I joke back "Hows that for beauty rest"

Erm...appeared that I crossed that friend/sensei border.
The next 5 minutes were the most painful ArmBars and chokes I have ever endured.
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The lesson. Even if he cracks on you...dont crack on him. S'cpecially after you win against him.

Oh. And he laughed and told his other student. "hold on a sec. Im whoopin Steven's a** here for his "beauty rest" remark.

I promptly say from a pinned position. " are you sayin Im not purdy?"

with that he laughed and we moved on.

I wasn't always the Jiu Jitsu fanatic that I am today when I was like 10, and I use to be a Karate purist, I thought I was awesome, because I use to get in fights all the time, and would always just trash these guys. Then this Humble kid came out, and I thought he was being quiet, and calm, and what not, because he thought he was the schmits. So I thought Imma take this guy, I heard he was a student of Marcelo Garcia(THE GREATEST BJJ GUY IN THE WOOOORRRRLLLLDDDDD)...The me NOW would say MARCELO GARCIA! I GOTTA GET OUTTA HERE!! But me then was like, "Pfft, Grapplings Gay!" (the me now would gasp, and slap myself in the face) I was VERY close minded, I thought Karate was like ultimate or something, so I wanted to fight him, but this kid DOMINATED me, I was choked out real quick, I felt helpless, stupid, and embarrassed. I started taking wrestling, Judo, BJJ, and 10th Planet Jiu-Jitsu, and for some reason I became a HUGE fan of Jiu-Jitsu.

I do striking arts like Kickboxing, and Karate, with a bit of tae kwon do

Mine was the first time i sparred with my teacher ( i had just started taekwondo). In the beginning it was ok, it was back and forth( although he was holding back xd ) but i thought that i would run at him to close the distance...next thing i knew i was flying through the air...then landed...HARD!