I’m watching my weight November 5, 2009
Posted by leslie in Training Log.Tags: back mount, escape, flow, nogi, RNC
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and it’s going up, and up, and up…
Currently, I’m out of my weight class. Usually I’m toward the middle or low end. I’m at nearly the same weight I was when I started jiu-jitsu, and it’s not that I put back on muscle. Part is just water retention from all the chicken noodle sodium soup last week when I was sick. And Thanksgiving is between me and Sub Only VI. And my manager’s wife bakes. A lot. And sends it to work. And we’re going out to eat a lot since we have remote workers in the office the last three weeks.
Oh dear.
So… I guess I need to cut hard for Thanksgiving
so I can not worry too much, and then Sub Only VI the following week. (And then US Grappling is switching to IBBJF weight classes next year, so I’ll have to aim even lower.)
New guys are just silly. What is it, some ego thing? Why the need to “prove” that you know jiu-jitsu? You don’t; you’ve never been on the mat before. So why this need to “impress” everyone? All you end up doing is ticking everyone off because you’re being rude and intentionally trying to injure people, and so they’ll stop rolling nice and introduce you to the not-so-gentle side of the gentle art.
I just don’t understand.
Medium size class. One visiting guy (salesman, I think, so he travels a lot; he’s been here before. Brown belt in judo apparently, and Tim said after class that he’d be a blue belt if he could ever stay anywhere long enough to get it awarded). One idiot new guy.
Warmup. *le sigh* What is wrong with me? I can’t breathe. There were knee-to-chest jumps. And then burpees. (Hmm, that might explain it.) So slow. Missed many reps on down the mat drills.
To rolling. Big Jesse first. I think I did something right that I was happy about, but I forgot what it was. Pooh. Felt as if I was moving okay. Was trying to stay on top when we started, though once I get under him it’s tough to get out. Not only is he much bigger, but he’s also good and tight.
Then Steve, who I’ve been meaning to roll with for a few weeks. The last time we rolled, I was surprised at how good his technique had become, and I wanted to make sure it wasn’t a fluke. He’s closer to my size (I think, though I’m terrible with guessing) so it would be great if I could get a good training partner. And it was no fluke — technique, no muscling, hurray! … Well, rats, I know I was thinking during my rolls tonight, and I was acting and reacting and I knew what I was doing… but I can’t remember any of it now. Oh, well. At least I know I have a good training partner. (He did bellyflop on my ribs once, which knocked the wind out of me for a moment, though he paused and apologized and let me catch my breath. Then right back to it. I appreciate a partner who is paying enough attention to know he just potentially hurt me and who pauses to check instead of taking advantage of the moment and ripping off my arm.)
Then we did some positional rolling. Justin had been talking to Tim before class and saying that he’s started letting guys take his back so he can work escaping from there, since no one can get there unless he lets them, and he was now remembering how hard it is to defend and escape from there. So we worked that. One partner sat up; the other put both hooks in and started over/under (seatbelt grip, maybe? I dunno the name). In front had to defend/escape; on the back, to submit.
Worked with Steve, Yoshi, and Adam. I managed one escape over all 3 rounds. Got caught multiple times with everyone, and never managed a submission of my own; they got away lots.
More rolling. Started with Jesse again. And remember nothing. Again. I think I had some moments where my hips moved well. And again fighting to top and to maintain it, though it was shortlived. Oh, and I hit several single-under passes! All night long! And only one ended in a triangle (here, against Jesse).
Then got stuck with the guy who injured my ribs. Fabulous. But he was focused on trying to get X-guard from all the wrong ways, so it wasn’t nearly as bad as it could have been, and I did get several passes and to top for a good portion of the round. I thought at first he was trying some 50/50 variation or maybe some funky Eddie Bravo stuff (this guy loves to watch stuff on the interwebs and then come try it out even though he still doesn’t have basic jiu-jitsu down); I had no idea what it was, but my knee and ankle wanted no part of it. He was trying to set it up with me in Sitting-Up Guard and him on his butt. Nothing doing. He laughed after he failed many times and told me what he was doing; I pointed out that his legs were backwards and that he probably needed to enter it from half guard, but he didn’t bother to change them.
Last roll with Steve again. Very similar to before. He doesn’t try to kill me if I get a sweep or a position. Huzzah! In a scramble, this time he elbowed me in the face; apology again; I said I was alright, but thanks for checking. (Must reinforce good behavior.) Quite an active round, too, and we were both escaping well. He also doesn’t Hulk out on me and actually does the proper escape. I think I might have managed to maintain top position for the majority of the round. Wowzer.
On the wall for single legs and alligators. Then circled up for running in place, with random sprawls and single legs as Tim called them out. Getting… tired… legs… so… heavy…
There was a lot of gurgling going on all night — no one seemed to want to tap to anyone. Even in the positional rolling, lots of guys holding their breath to avoid having to tap.
Pout: My car won’t be ready until next Tuesday or Wednesday.
On the bright side, that Charger is rather fun to drive.
Funny story, passed on from work (not us or any of our clients): So every time Company A started the system, there would be a couple of error messages about one particular component of the system. So they contacted the makers of that component and asked them to take a look. Company B came back and said they fixed the problem. So then when Company A started the system, hurray, no error messages. Except… it still didn’t work. Hmm. So Company A checks some more and finds out that the problem with the component is still there… Company B just removed the error messages…
*headdesk*
The night someone dropped a piano during class October 15, 2009
Posted by leslie in Training Log.Tags: DArce, escape, injuries, sweep
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New guys. Nutso warmup. I was last, and Tim was calling me out on it. What’s this energy stuff? Trying hard to keep up, but left behind every time. Long, too, with extra circle-up drills.
Rolling. With good guys all night, but it was all the same. Trying to work half guard sweeps, trying to shrimp and play open guard, trying to roll like Rachel. They worked passes. They succeeded. Couldn’t seem to keep my elbows tight enough to my body; always space for the D’Arce. A finger in the eye at one point; Tim thought I was frustrated and crying and reamed me. Nearly was after that. Tried to turtle and hit the switch; did actually get out and past, but they stepped away and I couldn’t control anything. Wanted to actually try to work something, anything, but on defense nearly the whole time; no chance to try. One fast tap on a leg lock attempt because I had no idea what to do next. Ribs still hurt a lot; knee-on-belly and side control are painful and nearly press the wind out of me. Apparently I looked pained even though I kept rolling (even did manage a few things that got me a momentary “Good!” from Tim); Tim finally asked if something was wrong, so I had to admit to it. Thankfully, he didn’t kick me out of class as he usually does when I fess up to rolling with an injury.
Two techniques tonight, and my brain keeps changing its mind about which was first…
First, knee-on-belly escape. Timely. Elbows in, brace on their riding leg/knee. Bridge up. Muy importante, this bridge. (All my knee-on-belly escapes earlier failed from lack of bridging. I saw this then.) Then hip escape away from them. Started with that, and then added attacking the now-grounded knee.
Second drill was switch to back to side control. Also timely, as I’d screwed it up several times right before. You shoot for the single from underneath; they sprawl. On the side they have overhooked, base out that leg and post underneath on the opposite elbow. Swing the other leg under and straight through, as if you’re sliding in to base, with your leg laying out beside theirs. (Second place I was screwing up earlier; was going out sideways and so couldn’t turn back fast enough to control. First was trying to chicken-wing their overhook. Somehow, I’d caught that as a correct detail from when we drilled the switch a while back. But tonight it was wrong.)
Bring your posted knee around and over top their calf and pinch down. (Watch out for the rolling kneebar from here! Keep your leg angled along theirs so there’s no space for them to get in there and catch your knee. Also, pressure your hips in to theirs to keep them from being able to go there.) Take the free foot and thread the foot over their calf, between your knee and theirs. Control around their waist, pinching your elbows in. You need them stretching forward, so bait going for the near-side arm. [Last night's technique was a sweep to back from here after dragging that near arm in. These two work well together here. Sadly, I don't know that sweep yet.] Dive your head under their stomach and roll, lifting up with the hook you inserted as they come past you. Replace hook with bottom-side arm and come up to side control.
Worked with Sundance, who had wrapped his hand, then taped it, and then was wearing a purple boxing glove. So it was safe from me accidentally hitting it. We were goofing around a little bit during the knee-on-belly drill, though we were both being nice and keeping the knee low. He got on top and grabbed behind my head and behind one knee and started pulling for that position; had to say, “Tap, stop, ow!” because my ribs did not like that so much. Meh.
More rolling eventually. Good guys again. Nearly did cry during one roll, too, because it was the same as before; no matter what I tried, everything was pried up, pulled out, pinned down. Pressure on the ribs wasn’t helping, either. Very much like before, except Justin submitted me with lots of other things in addition to the D’Arce.
One, I didn’t even recognize what he’d done; it was uncomfortable, but I thought I had some room. And then I heard a noise as if someone had just dropped a piano. Or banged on all the keys at once. Loud. And strange. I thought, “Who just dropped a piano?” And then I thought, “Wait, there aren’t any pianos. Um… … I think I might be passing out. Oh. I should tap. … … … Um, where’s my hand?” Signals finally reached my hand, and I tapped. And then when he let go and all the blood rushed back to my head, I nearly passed out again.
On the wall after rolling. Single leg, single leg/sprawl, single leg, single leg/sprawl. Repeat, repeat, repeat because the new guys weren’t doing it right. I will not stop. I will keep going. I will go hard. Much slower than everyone else, but I did not stop. Even jogged back after every; no walking. Great heaving, squeaking breaths.
Circled up. Mountain climbers/pushups. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. 20 knees-to-chest. Done.
Backed up against the wall, sat down, and fought the tears. Hurt. Tired. No air. That’s all. Did stop them then, though they’ve resurfaced every few minutes since then. Still fighting. Never surrender.
Tim banned me from coming in tomorrow for Open Mat. Said I need to rest. *sigh* But I need to work more.
Update: I meant to add this last night and completely forgot — I rolled with my new custom mouthguard last night. I like it muchly. No gag reflex. It stayed in without my having to think about it; it stayed on my top teeth even when I was gasping. I could breath. All very nice. Didn’t get hit in the face (they were creaming me, but they were the good guys), though this seems as if it will at least keep me from chipping teeth again. It’s a little more difficult to get out (not actually difficult, but slightly more work than just spitting out the other one) because it conforms to my teeth so well. So, yeah.
Rawr and Grrr. Oh, and Swine Flu. October 6, 2009
Posted by leslie in Training Log.Tags: gi, choke, escape, half guard, cooties, Brabo
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Sometimes I wish I knew how a day of class would end so I could be prepared. (Not that I wouldn’t go, but at least I’d be better prepared. Don’t like getting caught off guard.)
There early, though nothing much going on. Played around on the Swiss ball. Noticed my lower back was hurting, probably from trying to stand a while at work. (Got tired of sitting. Desk ain’t made for standing, though.) Never could get that worked out.
Medium-size class. Warmup. Knee-to-chest jumps between nearly every drill down the mat. Um, yeah, so done after one set of those. Evilness.
To rolling. I was the odd one out and so was going to sit, but then Sundance said he’d roll lightly with me… except he can’t use his left hand… and I can’t hit it at all… so then I couldn’t do anything, not even defend, because he kept reflexively bringing his left hand in to the mix. And if I swept him toward that side, which was the open side, he might land on his hand, so couldn’t do that. And his “light” was toward the end of my “intense.” So, yeah. Also still winded and bleh from the warmup, which didn’t help.
Grabbed Guillaume for the next round. Kept trying the escape Buddy and I worked last night, only to find that I didn’t even have to escape because he wasn’t even trying to hold my legs. Erm, okay. Took his back; eventually set up a choke that Justin showed briefly after class on Saturday. But mostly just flopping under half guard; so tired. I’d sweep him, and then couldn’t come up for the position. Body didn’t want to respond, and brain even wanted out. Great.
Drilling was a gi Brabo/D’Arce that we did a long while ago.
First variation was using your own gi: from top half guard, pull out your lapel that’s toward their far side (same side as the leg that’s trapped). Pull it as far out and as far up (so you nearly take it over your own head) to get as much length as possible. Now feed it under their far shoulder and to your other hand. As you pull it through, pull them up on their side. Slide your top hand under your own gi fabric, which is now pulled around their shoulder and head, and shoot your arm through to grab the corner of the lapel from your other hand. The now free hand cross-faces and grips in the fabric around the other side of their face to finish the choke. If they bring their top arm in front of your shoulder to block the choke, pull up on the lapel you fed through and push down and in on their arm to trap it against their neck; if they’re not tapping already, drop your weight on that arm to finish.
Second variation was using their gi: pull out their lapel on the far side of their body. Now feed it the same way. This actually felt tighter when applied to you, I think because your own gi lifted your trapped shoulder.
Drilled with Will. Four chokes per person per side — your gi; your gi, arm in front; their gi; their gi, arm in front. Then sit and cough before switching sides.
One last roll. Tim was pairing everyone up. He put me with one of the guys I avoid. Not excited. Guy usually plays full-on steamroller; tonight, though, he wouldn’t engage at all. If I didn’t have him tightly controlled, he’d stand up and walk to a spot 5 feet away and sit down again. And no, no one was going to run in to us and we weren’t near the wall or the edge of the mat. He’d just… get up, walk off. He did hit steamroller mode a few times, after I had a few sweeps (even got to mount twice) and after I nearly caught a cross-collar choke. In one steamroller session, he tried to wrestle out an armbar from guard. I did actually defend that right and got my arm out (thank you, Jiu-jitsu University!), which of course prolonged the steamroller time as he tried to “get even.” Oh, grow up. Long roll, too. Bored and annoyed. But then that was the end of class. Hmph.
We found out tonight that the little 14-year-old kid and his younger brother both have swine flu. Oh, fabulous. And there’s a report of 500+ cases at VT, where most of the guys are students. Fantabulous. So, probably everyone at the school has it, even if most of us aren’t showing symptoms yet. Just terrific…
A body at rest tends to stay at rest. And fall asleep. October 5, 2009
Posted by leslie in Training Log.Tags: escape, gi, sweep, transition
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I sit on my butt all day at work, playing with bits and bytes, and then I go to class and expect my body to wake up and turn on. …Yeah, doesn’t happen so well… Just five more minutes, Mom!
Got to class a little early on purpose to warmup with the Swiss ball. Tried to balance on it — got to my knees with no hands a couple of times! Mostly fell, though. Did a few other drills with it, too, and actually felt kind of loose and warm in most areas before class started. Note to self: do that more often, m’kay?
Small class, though a few more trickled in after we started. Started with rolling. I think this is the first night where I actually felt the target on my back for most of the night. Have felt it before in a roll here or there, but tonight, it was nearly all of them.
Yoshi first. Not much from me; catching hooks and getting underhooks, but mostly unable to do anything with them except hold him off for a bit. He was very tense and was coming aggressively after everything; lot of pressure, too. Had to defend a lot a lot. Worked the knee-elbow from last week repeatedly, too. On bottom the whole time.
Next round, I went after Justin. Felt like a target here, too: he was going after a lot and moving fast! More knee-elbow, more hooks. He got my back; I recognized the Twister coming — actually, my brain just started screaming “Danger, Will Robinson! Danger!” without actually telling me what was going on — and I think I defended it well enough because he finally moved on to something else (ankle lock? knee bar? Something, and faster than I could remember how to defend, so tapping). Had to defend his deep half guard several times, too.
An odd number, and Justin wore me out, so I sat the next round.
Drilling next. Drilling was clock choke from turtle, both the regular and the elbow-over variety.
Back to rolling. With Brandon. Same as with Yoshi.
Then a white belt who came for a little while and then didn’t come for a long while. I’d seen him rolling when I was sitting out, and he was slammy and spazzy and elbowy, and I did not want to roll with him… but he was all that was left unless I sat out again, and I just plain didn’t want to sit again. Urgh. No mat sense. (Neither him nor me apparently.) And it seemed to me as if he jumped in with me as quickly as possible. Possibly I’m just paranoid. He’d been getting worked over pretty thoroughly before, though.
Still, though, got off better than I thought I might. Hooks worked, a few sweeps worked. Saw mount a couple of times, too, though he’d spazz and buck and fling me off right away. Dropped myself into a triangle (doh!! I thought I was getting somewhat better about not doing that, but I’ve done it frequently in the last two weeks), but then was able to escape because he was trying to do a triangle and an armbar at the same time without having either quite right; paused to point that out to him. He was also grabbing chunks of my hips and arms while trying to control me; will probably have bruises there tomorrow. Felt as if there was a good chance I could’ve caught something, if I’d only pushed a little harder, but he seemed as if he would hit revenge mode if I did, so stuck with sweeps and positions.
Last with Guillaume. Only roll of the night where I didn’t feel as if someone was trying to rip my arm off (well, Justin wasn’t, but he wasn’t giving me an inch, either). But so gassed by now. Mostly stayed under half guard and worked on hooks and sweeps, some of which actually worked and got me to mount. I think in this roll and the last, I was more aggressive about following up on half-sweeps and sweeps and getting to the position after instead of letting myself be stuffed back down. Too often I’m too willing to accept the bottom position even when I have a chance at top. Did catch an armbar from mount that he tapped to quickly; he said he was tapping quickly all night because he doesn’t want to get hurt before NAGA this weekend. He was trying guillotines from all positions, so afterwards I showed him how to hit the one off the bump sweep.
Worked with Buddy #1 a bit after class doing a half guard to back transition. It looks too simple, as if there’s no way it’ll ever work, so we tried actually fighting back and, yeah, couldn’t stop it. From z-guard, trap their inside arm. Post up a bit on your down shoulder. Pull your top leg to your head, then swing it out and back around to the same side. Sit up to take their back. When you’re attacking and they start that, you’re thinking, “Gotta close the space,” but that actually helps them get their leg out and around. Must start working that. A lot. So slick.
We also did a few back to armbar to back transitions, especially if you get the armbar and they roll so you’re on your stomach. Bring the leg that’s in front of their face around and to the back, then turn toward their head and sit up; you’ve got their back with one hook, and probably an easy opening for that second hook as they’re still thinking “armbar.”
Dinner at the Mexican restaurant afterwards where I heard that I missed some very good, very technical jiu-jitsu by the ladies at Grappler’s Quest last weekend. (Also, some very pretty girls. Silly boys.)
Odds
On the way to work today, I saw a car with its hazard lights on. Going ~15 miles under the speed limit. Finally get up to pass, and the lady is on her cell phone.
My left shoulder is sometimes hurting. And sometimes my whole arm is going numb along a line from my thumb up. Not always in jiu-jitsu, either; sometimes it wakes me up from sleep. Maybe I’m pinching on a nerve? Is no fun.
Ends
Ziggy, my laptop, is about done. He’s slow and has needed lots more RAM for a while now. Tonight, I unplugged him to go downstairs to get a better wireless signal. I made it twenty feet before he hibernated. Oh dear. He’ll stick around for iTunes and Alpha Centauri, but I guess I’m going to have to seriously start looking at a netbook now.
