During college, my best friend named my early morning incoherence “The Beast” and my growling tummy “Fluffy” (after the three-headed dog in Harry Potter). She cured me of lots of my social anxieties, but lately I’ve noticed that I’m becoming downright hostile when certain people show up to class. I don’t even have to work with them, but my hackles raise and I’m on edge as soon as they walk in. I don’t like them, and I don’t like that I don’t like them. (I think they’ve done things to totally deserve my not liking them or wanting to be around them, but still, I don’t want to be an immature little brat [well, no more than I already am].) I’ve decided to name this grouchiness The Gorgon.
The Gorgon was out in full force tonight.
Went walking at lunch. Got almost to the turnaround point, and it started raining. Bah.
Nothing worked at work. Data has mysteriously disappeared, and no one will fess up to it.
Happy moment: Best friend called at the end of the day and officially asked me to be her maid of honor. Yay, she’s getting married! Now I just need to figure out what all I need to do…
Adjustment with Dr. Tom. Next week I go down to 2x/week, so that’s good.
No one came early tonight, so nothing there. Class was small, with a new guy who claimed to have no experience and yet did. (Why? I don’t get it. And once the boys figured it out, which didn’t take long, he got fed to higher belts who had no mercy.)
With Will to start. Excuse me, excuse me — why is this boy yanking on my arms and knocking me over? What is this all about? “Jiu-jitsu,” you say? What’s that? Ow, that hurts… So, um, yeah. It was as if I knew nothing at all. Fell in to some seriously stupid stuff to get caught in.
Then a round with Scott. Still in Wonderland, but he claimed I had good shoulder pressure at one point. And I did use that sweep that Justin and Will worked with me on last Friday. He laughed when I got it and asked where I’d learned that. I also “saved” him as another pair came crashing down toward his head; picked him up and pulled him over just in time. Then we moved far away. At least my reflexes worked when it was important.
Drilling was RNC. I drilled it a few times with Will, until Theresa joined the class, and then let her drill it on me.
(By the way, when the instructor asks, “Are there any questions?”, this is not the time to call out to a guy across the room: “Hey, so-and-so, did you get a haircut?” You. Are. An. Idiot. And are not funny.)
Rolling, with Theresa first and then with Guillaume. He was being wiggly and energetic. I tried to D’Arce him several times, but guess I didn’t quite have his top arm in position. Tried to transition from D’Arce to Big Poppa to D’Arce to guillotine, but apparently did it all wrong as none were anywhere near anything. Saw a triangle but couldn’t lock it in; went to an omoplata but he rolled before I could catch him; flopped around and missed the armbar from the end. Couldn’t do anything from north/south kimura-land. Meh.
A couple of the guys were going to do some conditioning after class, but I felt too lethargic to join them. I need it, though: so weak. *le sigh*