Monday night as I was getting dressed at class, I reached in my bag to pull out my belt. …Uh-oh…
So I raided the belt stash, which only had 1 unwrapped belt — a rather small kids’ white belt, which only wrapped around my waist one time.
It took some people almost the whole class to realize that I was sandbagging. =P
Scott, one of my training partners back when I started, came in to visit and so I got to train with him again. I always like it when those guys come back.
My list of things to work on is growing: do sweeps, do submissions, don’t stall in open guard, don’t be flat, don’t let anyone on your back. Scott added “heavier hips” (I was too floaty, and he was working butterfly; I flew.).
Class has been good. The Wednesday morning classes are working well for me, though they’re still early. (I have motivation, though — one of the new guys needs a ride after class Wed morning, and it’s on my way home.)