My new Koral gi, size A0, came today. I was nervous about the A0 size being too small, but it’s actually too big! The top is, anyway: arms in both sleeves and holding my arms out straight, the sleeves go from fingertip to fingertip. The pants are just right. I am apparently a lot smaller than I think I am! Next time I’ll probably have to take Georgette’s advice and get a kid’s size. 😮
I got blue, so I could be a Smurf 🙂 (I guess as the only female, that makes me Smurfette, huh?)
Doh, and after all my own fussing about not being able to find measurements on gis, I tossed it in the washer without measuring anything! Helpfulness fail.
(Why is it that you can remind yourself and remind yourself and remind yourself, and yet at the moment of doing what you’ve reminded yourself of, you forget?! Or is it only me?…)
Anyway, put the top through cold wash and high dry; shrunk a smidge. Put pants through cold wash and low dry (to be ready for class); shrunk more than a smidge. I can still do a split in these, and they move, but if they shrink much more… Hmm… Might have to buy a separate pair of A1 pants later, depending on how long the top holds out.
At class, the guys said it fit just right, so no more shrinking.
The gi is really soft; I like how it feels. The pants are a less sturdy fabric than the top, a little more floppy, and they fell and moved a lot as we worked tonight; the cuffs usually ended up around my knees. But overall, I like it.
Update 11/3/2008: Pictures!
And then there are just nights when I become a sissy girl. Gah, I hate these nights. Just go away, would ya? Not fun.
Warmup (new gi isn’t too warm to put on before class — and/or the school’s just freezing right now), then partnered up for armbar from guard. Odd number, so I worked in with Dmitri and Justin. Bad start: couldn’t get the spin, hardly at all. Justin tried to help me, but I was hopeless. We did this for most of class.
Then rolling. Yoshi, TKD Mike, new Adam, and Tim. I’m either being a wimp or my ribs are bruised somewhere; any pressure on my rib cage, especially on the low sides, hurt. And the first three guys were accidentally kneeing me there and getting on top a lot. Much pain, couldn’t breathe well, wanted to just curl up and cry. Ugh. And even though it’s gi night, everyone was working kimuras. Tapped early and often.
Then Tim called me over for another round. He asked me what was wrong, and I said that my ribs hurt, so he said we’d go easy. Heh. His “easy” is still my “warp speed.” But he didn’t hit my ribs or sit on me, which helped a lot.
TKD. More assistant instructoring. Also a lot of sitting and alternating between “My ribs hurt” and “My shoulders hurt” (now both. Boo.).
Battle, the guy I’d rolled with on Sunday (yes, that’s really his name), wants to roll again, so we’re going to drag mats out during the black belt class on Thursday. And one of the lower belt girls who was there on Sunday asked for info on the jiu-jitsu classes.