Barring interruptions (which there will be, I’m sure), my task at work this week is to parse a 900-page document and figure out if it covers all the testing area for one small part of the system. And if it’s correct. Already, it’s failing in both. Wonderful. That means I have to rewrite it. *le sigh*
So, the first disease moved out by late Friday. I trained Saturday morning. Then a head cold got a grip on me Saturday afternoon/night, so I was in bed the rest of the weekend and going through boxes of tissues. Bah. My head’s all stuffy, and it aches, and I can’t seem to stop coughing. Also, I haven’t eaten much since Thursday. I’m just not hungry or very interested in food. I try, but nothing is appealing.
And of course I headed to class tonight. Hey, you don’t read this blog for the common sense approach to life, jiu-jitsu, and everything. 😉 (42! Wait, what?) Kids, don’t try this at home.
Tim texted me to say he was in early, so I finished things off at work and zoomed over to the academy. We got in a 30-40 minute roll. He was going light and letting me work through a couple of sweeps and even finish a couple of chokes, which is all I seemed to be going for in gi (and which annoys me once I get to nogi — I want big lapels! The better to choke you with!). I will note this — in recent weeks, I seem to be actually attacking on purpose. That’s a good thing. I did one thing that was brilliant, and I noted it at the time… and now I’ve forgotten exactly what it was! I know I had side control or top half; I got his far lapel and around for a choke; whichever choke I went for, he had defended. I didn’t even consciously decide, but I moved the lapel and switched something and went right in to a different choke. Hey! What’s this?! Apparently there’s still a spark of intelligence in that stuffed-up head of mine.
It is, however, always a little disconcerting to be rolling with higher belts, especially black belts, who are going slow and letting you work. Part of my brain is always thinking, “Well, this choke’s open, so I’ll set it up. But I wonder how he’ll get out.” And then he doesn’t, and he lets me work through it, and my brain goes *tilt*.
Still, the illnesses and the injuries were fighting me every step, and I was thinking several times that this was really not a good idea. I was breathing hard in no time, mostly because my air passages are clogged. Oxygen good. Want. My elbow is still tweaked, and it got in danger a couple of times. My blasted big toe is still completely opposed to all bending and pushing off.
Still about 15 minutes left before class, but someone had come in and wanted to talk to Tim. I took the opportunity to get water — and oxygen! — and stretch a little. But the guy took Tim’s attention for the rest of the time and even some in to class.
Warmup?! My breath was rattling in the back of my throat. No is fun. Thankfully, it wasn’t too long, though, and then we partnered up to roll. With Theresa.
Drilling was a back escape (Saulo’s “scoop” escape, in fact). Move of the week. I like it.
Three 2-minutes rounds of specific sparring, starting with someone on your back. Worked with Theresa, Blue Belt Buddy, and Theresa again.
One more round of rolling, with Theresa.
The guys stayed to do kettlebells swings, but I decided to haul my body home and try to patch it up. I wasn’t hungry when I walked in, but I think by now there’s a little rumbly in my tumbly. Good sign.
Starting next week, the kids’ classes change times, so my Wednesday class will be from 5:30 – 6:30, which means I’ll be able to make all of my nogi class on Wednesdays now. Ha, so much for taking one night easy. 😛
I’ve been stuck at home, in bed, for several days, so I’ve watched a lot more TV than usual. (Usual meaning “none,” outside of football and UFC.) And I am so tired of these idiotic commercials: Feed your kid sugar! … Make your home smell like chemicals! … Watch this show about people doing stupid stuff! … Eat more junk food! … Credit cars are free money! … Not feeling well? Take pills! … Blech, it’s all so disgusting.
Also, just because your crappy product has a catchy, still-stuck-in-my-head jingle does not mean that I will ever buy your junk. It just means I will hate you continuously.