Our three month student membership is intended for our local students, looking to get some training in before they head home for the summer. Call us for more details!
UB=Ultimate Body, and that’s exactly what you can get by participating in our kick-@ss classes!
Although our UBfit™ Kickboxing program is done to music like an aerobics class, that’s where the similarity stops. There are no aerobics bunnies in our gym. Real Martial Artists lead you through easy-to-learn kickboxing skills which provide the workout while you release your frustrations on our specially designed punching and kicking bags.
By eliminating uniforms, belts, and the risk of injury from contact, UBfit™ Kickboxing opens up a whole new world for people who have never considered taking conventional Martial Arts classes.
Either as a whole new workout program or a cross-training addition to your current fitness plan, you should check it out… it’s a BLAST!
Is your goal to get in better shape?
Do you want to relieve stress or maybe feel more confident?
Perhaps you would like to learn a skill that is fun and interesting and that you won’t appear awkward doing?
If any or all of these are true then our Teen and Adult Mixed Martial Arts Program is exactly what you are looking for!
Let’s face it though: adults need to be taught like adults just as children need to be taught like children. Our adult-oriented classes will allow you to learn our straightforward system in a clean, modern facility without pressure. And of course, you’ll have fun too!
Regardless of your goals you will find our classes filled with people just like you who are working to achieve their maximum potential.
Our Mixed Martial Arts / No Gi classes focus on the integration of:
At the crux and core of our grappling system is Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu (aka Gracie Jiu-jitsu). Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu (BJJ) is a grappling art that was popularized in America by the legendary Gracie family. BJJ concentrates on dominating your opponent by using angles, leverage, and superior body positioning to control an opponent’s body movement. A person that has gained a superior position is much more able to safely apply a finishing hold or to start striking, allowing a smaller person to defeat a much larger attacker. Although not often their first choice for training, BJJ is also excellent for women who, during assaults, are frequently taken to the ground.
This 1000 year old martial arts system is world-renowned for its simplicity and effectiveness. This art has been dubbed “the science of eight limbs” for its amazing use of hands, legs, knees and elbows.
Our Muay Thai program should not be mistaken with traditional Muay Thai Kicboxing, as our kickboxing classes focus mostly on the functional aspect of kickboxing as it pertains to Mixed Martial Arts competition.
And of course, every class is a ton of fun, and a phenomenal workout.
Everyone knows that the ideal fitness program combines both aerobic conditioning and strength training. Our newest class, Strength PLUS™, is designed to give you that missing link. Based upon the super-effective TRX® Suspension Trainer, this new class will have you speeding towards your fitness goals!
Strength Plus Class
Benefits of Suspension Training with the TRX
UB=Ultimate Body, and that’s exactly what you can get by participating in our kick-@ss classes!
Although our UBfit™ Kickboxing program is done to music like an aerobics class, that’s where the similarity stops. There are no aerobics bunnies in our gym. Real Martial Artists lead you through easy-to-learn kickboxing skills which provide the workout while you release your frustrations on our specially designed punching and kicking bags.
By eliminating uniforms, belts, and the risk of injury from contact, UBfit™ Kickboxing opens up a whole new world for people who have never considered taking conventional Martial Arts classes.
Either as a whole new workout program or a cross-training addition to your current fitness plan, you should check it out… it’s a BLAST!
I loaned my canoe and kayak to Chris a few years ago so he could go camping with his MAP buddies. When he returned I asked how the weekend went, expecting to hear tales of wild drunken cavorting in the bush. Turned out nobody had brought any beer, and the nearest thing to a decent drink in anyone’s kit was a protein shake from Popeye’s. I was disgusted at the time; but then time changes many things doesn’t it? And now, as Christmas approaches, can I honestly say that I’m looking forward to the reckless abandon that the season brings? Not really. Don’t get me wrong; I don’t begrudge other people their Christmas cheer, it’s just I find the week between Christmas Eve and New Year’s Day too damned relaxing. Even if you really want to keep active there’s always someone whining at you to take it easy.
“What’s wrong with you; can’t you sit still for a minute? Here, get this Scotch down you and loosen up.”
But’s that’s the problem isn’t it? After a year of working out at Martial Arts Planet you don’t want to loosen up. All the effort has paid off: your one pack has segmented into six, your jellied butt has set into twin lobes of reinforced concrete, the tops of your thighs have finally parted company, and all the tackle in between has never felt in finer fettle. You look and feel magnificent.
And then comes Christmas, the slippery downhill slope, the mounting excuses to miss classes; you run around the mall instead of the gym, and gradually you grind to a halt. Evenings at UBfit become evenings at the bar, or at the trough, and you begin to fall back into your old ways – gluttony, sloth, and licentiousness. How does the old saying go:
Where indolence is bliss,’ tis folly, exercise…….or something like that.
And once you begin the slide into torpor the friends you’ve neglected in favour of a cleaner way of life gather about you like the Gadarene Swine, and you are led, as if by a nose ring, into the filthy habits of your disgraceful past.
An early morning run?………. What?…..ZZZzzzzzzzzzz.
Granola for breakfast?…..Pass me the bacon.
Herbal tea?……. I’ll have a Triple Venti Caramel Latte and an Apple Fritter!
So it goes on as Christmas approaches. Full fat milk on sugar-coated Frosties, poutine for lunch and the full turkey dinner. The server asks do you want stuffing, and you can’t resist the smart answer. One morning you splash rum into your protein shake and you know that rock bottom can’t be too far away. Yes, Christmas makes it all so easy, the great reversal, your world-class body greased daily with buckets of lard.
And then comes the reckoning; the hang-over after the debauch. It’s January 1st and you’ve slept past noon. You haul yourself out of whatever bed you find yourself in and scour the floor for your socks. Something obstructs your vision. You look down but a fleshy mass obscures your view. You blink but it doesn’t go away. And then cold reality exerts itself. The one-pack is back…. bigger…. rounder…… grotesque in its monstrousness. The porcine belly that you’ve laboured so hard to tame has burst from its abdominal harness to hang over your nether parts as if, over the course of just one week of partying, you have become pregnant with Oprah Winfrey.
You sit, horrified at the rapidity of your decline from sleek athleticism to flabby lassitude. You find your socks and attempt to pull them on, but your knee butts against your gut and you find your arms are too short for the task. You look in the mirror at the wreck you’ve created and despondency descends. Christmas, a week of revelry past, is a vague memory, the New Year’s party a blur, you’re left only with an unsettling sense of excess. But the effects of the holiday are writ large on your body, all the way from your jowly chin to arches flattened under the weight of your hulking mass. How can you face them at the gym looking like this? It’s the Land of No Excuses, remember? Will they take it easy on you? – not a chance! Will Janet hold back on the mountain-climbers? – get real! Will Chris skip the burpees? – you’ve got to be kidding! Is it going to hurt? – you can bet your life! You dread that Santa has brought Chris the books he asked for in his letter to the North Pole:
“Janet’s Manual for Ultimate UB Fitness”
“Girl-Fight: Janet Shows the Guys How It’s Done (Illustrated)”
“Warm-Up, Cool Down, and Janet’s Guide for a No-Wimp Work-Out in Between”
Just imagine if he’s read those over Christmas! If he ever gets the hang of Janet’s technique we might never coast through the Wednesday class again.
So, what to do as the festive season begins? Is discretion really the better part of valour? Is defence the best form of attack? Do we avoid the effect by mitigating the cause? If we exercise at all, would it not be best to exercise restraint? In short, should we make Christmas the season of self-denial??????
Thought not…….and make mine a double!
With best wishes for an indulgent holiday,
MAPDad.
2 dozen cookies
Active Time: 30 minutes
Total Time: 1 1/4 hours
Nutrition Profile
Diabetes appropriate | Low carbohydrate |
Ingredients
Lusciously Nutty Holiday Logs
Preparation
Tips & Notes
Make Ahead Tip: Store in an airtight container at room temperature for up to 2 days or freeze without the chocolate drizzle for up to 1 month. Defrost at room temperature before decorating with the chocolate drizzle.
Nutrition
Per cookie: 76 calories; 4 g fat ( 1 g sat , 1 g mono ); 0 mg cholesterol; 9 g carbohydrates; 1 g protein; 1 g fiber; 31 mg sodium; 36 mg potassium.
For those of you who haven’t been keeping up, MAPdad was supposed to record the thoughts of a undeniably middle-aged father as his young sons take up the sport of Brazilian Jiu Jitsu. Things got derailed when DAD, confined with his laptop to the front lobby of MAP, realised that more fun, not to mention grist for the mill, might be had by joining the kids on the mat. By kids, I don’t mean the aforementioned sons, but the odd collection of individuals who indulge in kid-ish behaviour during the regular UBfit sessions that run parallel with the Kids Jits lessons.
I thought I might devote one or two issues of MAPdad to UBfit, but having observed the goings-on in the classes, the subject became so compelling that I’m now at MAPdad 12 feeling I’ve hardly scratched the surface. Attempting to reflect on the totality of UBfit in 1200 words would be a task equivalent to that of describing the exhibits at the Toronto Zoo with the same brevity. There are the gazelles, the gorillas, hyenas, and baboons; you might catch an occasional hint of python, and the cougars are always worthy of attention. Such a diverse collection. Such strange oddities. Such bizarre behaviour.
Considering the peculiar cast of characters that congregate at the UBfit classes, it might seem superfluous to ask them to dress up for Halloween. After all, on any given evening one might walk into Martial Arts Planet and think they’ve stumbled accidentally into Madame Tussaud’s. I’ve often wondered why martial artists conform to the Gi as a common dress article given that, from a strategic viewpoint, one would not choose to pick a fight while tied up in a duvet, no matter what colour the belt. I suspect the answer might be that, left to themselves, their choice of wardrobes might lead to more conflicts than even the best martial artist could reasonably handle. Consider Rob, for example, and the black and gold-embossed mini-skirt that he sometimes favours on a Friday night……..no…..wait…..don’t do that……..a man built along Rob’s lines is entitled to wear whatever the hell he likes.
Anyway, there we were on the Friday before Halloween, the usual menagerie assembled, except that this time the leopards had changed their spots and the mutton was definitely dressed as lamb. Who knew that Janet, blonde in so many ways, was a closet brunette? Would we see an element of intellectualism creep into this class?……thought not! And Mike, who normally looks like the poster boy for the Vidal Sassoon Academy of Medical Law and Business Management, shows up in a hippy wig and a false nose. The nose lasted only through the first set of exercises, but no one noticed the difference when he took it off. First prize though, went to Tony, who presented himself as Superman and who, for the sake of verisimilitude, shaved off a beard and moustache of fifteen years standing; after all, the Man of Steel has never sported a full set. People were too kind to point out that neither did Clark Kent don a bath towel as a cape nor appear with grey head worn down to the nub. And while Superman is able to leap tall buildings in a single bound, Mike’s performance with the skipping rope suggested rather more modest capabilities.
It struck me later that if the costumes suggested the alter egos of their wearers, a common theme was a hankering after lost youth. Janet the Jane Fonda of the Barbarella era, Tony the ripped and resilient super-hero, and even Mike, who’s closer to Daycare than Homecare, choosing to wear the badges of teenage rebellion rather than the trappings of respectability, his lawyer’s tie worn as a headband.
Last time I stated that this issue of MAPdad would be about WHY seemingly intelligent people would pay a team of sadists to put them through torture four times a week, but I think the Halloween class indicated this quite clearly. It’s not because we enjoy the pain (though there may be one or two masochists who really believe it when they say that was good!), it’s because even the most decrepit among us (and that would be me), wishes to believe that they are at least a decade younger than they appear. Surviving a UBfit class means that we are not quite ready for the nursing home, and there’s the hope that regular attendance will delay the inevitable day when even the Man of Steel places a diaper in his underpants before zooming off, faster than a speeding wheelchair, to save the world.
By the way, prize for best mask went to Chris, but was reallocated when it was found that he was not, despite appearances, in costume.
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