So, there are no degrees around here. Single digit temperatures. (For you C folks, this is negative degrees. It’s cold.) Tuesday saw a bit of snow and stuff which melted… followed by the cold, which froze the melting on the roads despite all the treatments. So Wednesday morning when I got my car to the top of the hill and looked down, I saw lots of shiny black looking back at me. Ice. Nope. I don’t do ice. Turned the car around and went back inside to get warm again.
But it’s been dry since then — though still frigid — so the roads were fine this morning. Morning class, here I come. The inside of the academy doors were iced up. Did I mention it’s cold?
Warmup. I recognized that Marcos was jogging in front of me, but my brain had a tilt moment because his belt was the wrong color so it couldn’t possibly be Marcos but no one else is that tall so… Oh, he got promoted! Duh. New blue belt in the house.
Joints were really creaky and stiff; warmup wasn’t enough to get them going. Then partnered up for timed rounds of half-guard bottom to a submission. (Usually a sweep in there, but not required.) Oi, I am not warmed up enough to be stretched into X-guard!
Then partnered for 2 rounds of half guard sweep vs. pass.
Drilling — Justin’s half-guard sweep. Andrew had a tip about grabbing their gi (rather than trying to hug around them) and then directing them backwards with those grips. Helps.
Rolling rounds, four 3-minute rounds. I had one counter-to-pass that was so spot-on & brilliant even my partner remarked on it… but then my brain went blank and I couldn’t think of what to do next. I countered and passed his guard — I’m not here very often!! Um, now what?! Mornings are this weird combination of doing things subconsciously correctly and completely blanking out on the rest.