The usual crew wasn’t there, so the night was fairly quiet with just 3 kids. But, of course, all my stuff was then scaled for 5-6. *le sigh* Had to change a few things on the fly, but it all worked out. I nearly bailed on the second technique of the night because two of the kids didn’t have gi tops, but then realized that they’re choking me with my lapel. Also, they all looked very excited to find out that you can use the gi to choke people.
I compared my new FighterGirl shorts to the smaller of my current pairs; turns out that measurement-wise, the new pairs are actually larger. Huh. So, they’re here to stay. Wore one of them tonight. My weight is still being weird; it bounced back up on the weekend because I ate all the food in sight (and lots of junk food, so extraneous calories), and then a couple of pounds dropped off from yesterday to today, so the shorts were even almost too big tonight. I just want things to make sense and work…
Started with rolling, 4-minute rounds. With Theresa, Tim, Will, James, and Steve. Bah, everything felt the same — butt glued to floor. Could not get up or out or anything decent. Trying sweeps, and just got flattened every time. Will was working rubber guard and omoplatas on me.
Drilling was von Flue choke, starting from defending a standing guillotine. Drilled with Theresa until I couldn’t take being choked any more.
More rolling. Not timed this time. With Big Tommy, James, and Will. (Tim was helping make sure I wasn’t left out.) Same. Sweeps wouldn’t work, hooks weren’t doing much good; guard got passed like nothing. Tried to remember things — get on top, abandon ship if they trap both knees, distance in half guard, etc. — but none of it seemed to do much good. Still shredded like I wasn’t even there. Most frustrating is that they (and the guys earlier) were giving me space and lighter pressure, and I could tell they were, and I still couldn’t do anything with it. The littlest thing seems to thwart me.