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Blame the King

King of the Hill after warmups last night. Pass vs. sweep/submit. Any guard allowed. 10-minute round total. Janet and I started together, her passing, me playing guard. We went HARD for ~7 minutes, each of us getting so close to goal, only to have the other recover. After we finally reached a conclusion and the next guy came out and locked up his guard, my only thought was, “… yeah, I got nothing.” I crawled back to the line shortly. Ended up back in for one more round, creating a only minor delay until dude passed my guard at the buzzer.

The university classes start up next week, so students are arriving, which means lots of new faces. (It also means that I’m feeling the pressure to “prove” that I’m really a purple belt to these new people. Bleh. Is no bueno.) And the lady who came Saturday was back last night (without her kid). At some point during drilling, she exclaimed, “This is so much fun!” Yes, yes it is.

So many people on the mat that we had to stagger groups for rolling. First round with Robert. For some reason, I am quite happy to vigorously attack and attack when I roll with him. Not that I ever really get anything, and I usually fall straight into his trap and get rolled up like a first-day white belt. The only difference is that I can usually see it coming several steps ahead, but can’t do anything about it. Sat out the requisite round (which was actually quite welcome with the heat and humidity), then rolled with the 14-year-old girl. I’m making an effort to roll normally with her and not as if she’s a child, though it’s difficult as she’s still small and squirmy and boney, and I still feel a bit like a bully. 

Last night, after a shower and protein shake, I sat around on the couch. Couldn’t move more than that. Maybe I should go to bed early? Ugh, that means I have to get up. Finally did, though. Slept like a rock, and even hit the backup alarm to sleep an extra hour. This morning, so tired. Legs heavy. I have a standing desk, and I nearly fell asleep standing up a few times. (!!!) At least that means I did some good work last night.

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How do I jiu-jitsu…?

Meh, seems like I can’t remember how to do anything. Body and brain feel unresponsive and so slow. (The scale points out that I’ve ahem gained quite a bit more. Probably not helping.) For every one thing that I think, “Hey, that was good!”, there’s another 3 minutes of, “who what now?” Some of that could also be related to trying to do new things and break old habits, but the current result is that I’m scrambled and mixed up most of the time. Do not like.

More ladies have been joining! One lady’s son goes to the kid’s class, and she wanted to try it out, too. The new lady today wants her son to do it but came to try it out herself first; the kid sat on the side during the women’s class. (Even my best friend, who doesn’t live around here, is now interested in trying BJJ! Yay, more women!)

On Monday, a lady and her little kid (about 4) stopped in our place and talked to Andrew about maybe signing him up for classes, then they walked on to the other stores near us. On their way back to the car, the kid wanted to stop and watch us again and protested very loudly when his mom pulled him away. Their car was parked in front of our window. When mom needed both hands to open the door and put stuff in, the kid seized his freedom, ran around to the front of the car, hauled himself up, and climbed up on top of the car roof, where he sat and triumphantly watched us again. (Mom did not seem surprised, so I guess he’s done this before. She got him to come down pretty quickly, too.)

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How do I jiu-jitsu…?

Meh, seems like I can’t remember how to do anything. Body and brain feel unresponsive and so slow. (The scale points out that I’ve ahem gained quite a bit more. Probably not helping.) For every one thing that I think, “Hey, that was good!”, there’s another 3 minutes of, “who what now?” Some of that could also be related to trying to do new things and break old habits, but the current result is that I’m scrambled and mixed up most of the time. Do not like.

More ladies have been joining! One lady’s son goes to the kid’s class, and she wanted to try it out, too. The new lady today wants her son to do it but came to try it out herself first; the kid sat on the side during the women’s class. (Even my best friend, who doesn’t live around here, is now interested in trying BJJ! Yay, more women!)

On Monday, a lady and her little kid (about 4) stopped in our place and talked to Andrew about maybe signing him up for classes, then they walked on to the other stores near us. On their way back to the car, the kid wanted to stop and watch us again and protested very loudly when his mom pulled him away. Their car was parked in front of our window. When mom needed both hands to open the door and put stuff in, the kid seized his freedom, ran around to the front of the car, hauled himself up, and climbed up on top of the car roof, where he sat and triumphantly watched us again. (Mom did not seem surprised, so I guess he’s done this before. She got him to come down pretty quickly, too.)

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Hulk Noodle Smash

Blake’s way with analogies (see “meatball grip”) met Justin’s love of clever phrases. Blake was explaining how to be heavy in side control, and likened it to making your body like a wet blanket, which morphed into being like a limp noodle — in contrast to being a steel beam — while still smashing their face away like the Hulk. So Justin turned that into Hulk Noodle Smash.

Promotions! Matt got his purple finally (we have a newly acquired purple belt, Todd, who had rolled with him earlier in the night and said, “Wait, how is this guy still a blue?!”), and Wayne got his blue. Double promotion, too, as they were rolling together when it happened, so there was definitely some cross-whipping.

Tim told me on Saturday that I need to stop “being so nice” with everyone. I’ve fallen back in that habit of letting everyone “work” on me, largely because we’ve had so many new ladies in the last few months and I’ve been working with them a lot. Then I forget to adjust my brain when I go with someone more experienced, and just let them do what they want to do. So that’s something to work on. (Though there have been some times where, for whatever reason, all I want to do is hunt submissions on everyone. But mostly, yeah, being too nice.)

I had realized for myself that I need to stop playing butterfly guard so much because I was just stalling out there. Also likely related to the “letting people work” mindset, as I can make people do a lot of work there without being terribly offensive myself. So I’ve decided to work on my guard game. I might also need to include a top game in that, though, as guard can also be a place where I just chill and make them work. 

Bunch of new people over the last month, including some women. Last Friday was about half new guys.

The weather has turned stupid hot and humid, so that walking outside feels like hitting a wall of warm water. Ew.

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The Birthday Door

This is not a BJJ post, just a funny-ish story. (I’m training still. I’m much more consistent about going M/F/Sa. Even if I lie to myself that “I’ll just warmup” or “I’ll just watch” when I’m tired, I end up diving in anyway and feeling great by the time it’s over.)

So for my birthday this year, my mom announced she had no idea what to get me. (Not really true; she just didn’t like any of the options. If I liked shopping or dresses or buying furniture, she would have found something.) Apparently cash was not an option. She decided that my gift from them would be a new storm door for my house. She doesn’t like the old one; it has no screen but the sun hits that side of the house most of the day, so it gets hot between the doors (and this is the way she comes into my house). It was also, for reasons I never figured out, impossible to keep clean; it would get some kind of film on the inside that you could scrub off… and it would come right back in a short while. Did not matter what you used. So, new door! Sure, fine.

She has a friend who sells doors & windows; he got her a good deal on a door. His son, a friend of mine, is a general contractor and came to install it. First problem, they immediately found some wood issues around the door. (I kinda suspected that was there, but did not want to acknowledge the issue. Maybe it will just get better on its own. You know, just like ribs do…) So authorized him to address that. Second, the door install took four times longer than they expected. Everything was more complicated than it usually is. (In talks with folks later, he learned that it’s because my door is not set into the frame, but into a deal with windows on the sides. Not as cooperative as real frames.) Then they absolutely could not figure out how to get the handle installed; they worked on it for over 2 hours. He’s installed doors many, many times, and this one was somehow different than any other he’s ever done (even from the same manufacturer). They eventually had to leave the handle inside the house and went to order another handle, assuming the first was broken.

He came back today to install the handle before I went to work. First problem, the new handle was the wrong color (nickel instead of brass. Big difference.). Second problem, it’s exactly the same style as the first one. Wat. We had ordered a different style. So he decided to try the first handle again. This time he acted as if he’d never installed a door handle before and followed the instructions exactly. Installed in 5 minutes. The difference: every other door handle this company makes, you have to screw in the faceplates first and then attach the handles to each other. On this model, for “reasons,” you thread the handles through the faceplates but do not screw them in until the handles lock, because the faceplates need to spin a bit. 

So he left and I finished getting ready for work. As I left, I shut the front door. And heard, “Clunk.” Wat. I pulled the door opened, then slowly closed it, watching as the deadbolt keypad headed straight for the new door handle. Clunk. Oh, lovely. I had to push open the new storm door then shut the front door and deadbolt it, letting the storm door hit the deadbolt pad and prop itself open by about a half inch. I called my mom to explain the situation, as I had to go to work. She called both the father and son and explained the issue; they both agreed to meet her at my house to look at it.

They pulled out the old door handles to compare it to the new one. The old door, made by the same company as the new door, should also have handles that are equal on the inside and outside (so you can do a left-hand or right-hand door with the same hardware). Surprise, the old door handles were not equal; the inside one was shorter. The father was surprised, because he’s worked for them for years, and he knows they don’t sell a lower-profile handle like that — but it’s got their name on it. So apparently the original installation had this exact same issue. Rather than fix it properly then (readjust lock locations or something), the original installers decided to cut down the inside handle to make it a lower-profile handle, thus creating problems for anyone who ever wanted to replace the door. Alllllriiiiight. (I wonder if they did that to all the houses in the neighborhood, which were all built by the same company.)

The solution we chose was to reuse the old handles since they do fit in the new door. The hardware doesn’t quite match (new & shiny vs 10 years of wear), but at least the door latches now.

The kicker in all this was that, while my mom bought the door for my birthday, she didn’t pay for the installation or the extra work he did on the woodwork. So my birthday present cost me about $400. Thanks, Mom…

I think next year I’ll make the case for cash.

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