Of burpees and butterflies

I woke up this morning and drank my coffee. Then, before the caffeine could reach my brain, I got the brilliant idea to work out. But because I knew I needed to be at work early this morning, for some reason my brain decided that Tabata burpees were the way to go. And then once I started, for some reason my brain decided it wanted to do all 8 rounds instead of stopping at 4.

At class tonight, I was loosening up like I always do. I tried to touch my toes, and got hung up less than halfway down. My hamstrings said, “NOPE.”

Short warmup, then King of the Hill. Butterfly guard sweep/submit vs. pass. Legs were so heavy on both sides of it, though I did press through all the rounds.

Elevator sweep for drills, then rounds. The “returner’s luck” was with me at times, though I overall felt so slow, as I’ve been off the mats again for a whole week. (And will be off for another because I’m going out of town this weekend to see my goddaughters. Their mom is signing the oldest, who’s 5, up for a local Bullyproof program soon!)

A variation on the elevator for the second class, and then one round before declaring myself too tired to continue and finally going home.

As for my face, the doctors still don’t know what it is (though their guesses are now starting to escalate like a self-diagnosis through WebMD. Not pleased.). It is continuing to fade, though, so may work itself out before they figuring it out.


Face off

Back in January, my face started turning red in some some places. At first it just seemed to be irritated from, oh, I dunno, people smashing their shoulders into it. But the red didn’t go away. And then big splotchy brownish patches started growing, taking over my checks and forehead. Then the red spread patches on my knuckles and on the back of my neck. If you saw me at the Girls in Gis open mat, you may have thought I just had a weird sunburn/suntan. (But it started in January, and there was no sun, and I don’t do indoor tanning.)

I initially tried several things on my own — going super-strict Paleo, doing auto-immune Paleo (no coffee!!), taking Vitamin D and digestive enzymes and Betaine HCl and fish oil and primrose oil, and eating liver and fish and fermented foods. None seemed to make a difference, though I am still doing many of them because they’re a good idea anyway.

I finally went to my GP, who tried a few otc treatments and did some blood work; there’s nothing in my blood, and the treatments caused no change. Then I went to a dermatologist, who was positive it was one thing (and the internet seemed to agree), but the normal treatment — antibiotics, ick — didn’t have the effect they should have. So now she’s exploring other options, which has meant biopsies from my hand and neck (ouch. Also stitches.), more blood work (did I mention I hate needles?), and more drugs (a short bout of Prednisone right now. Not so happy with that, either.). She has also consulted all the other doctors at the office, and none of them know what it is.

I have also had to explain multiple times: “Oh, that’s an old ringworm scar.” “No, that’s from an old scratch I got at class.” “The callouses on my finger joints are from BJJ.”

All of this, though, has meant time off the mats. (The rash itself is not a problem with training. It only rarely itches, and doesn’t seem to mind getting smashed. My face just looks weird.)
I go back again in two weeks, though in the last few days the brown part of the rash, at least, has started to die down, and my skin is peeking out. So perhaps something is finally working.

Suspicious Characters

Everyone in my academy has been thoroughly conditioned that, if someone does something you haven’t seen before, you should instantly be completely suspicious of it and get far, far away. In other words, my attempts at using the techniques from Girls in Gis have so far been met with everyone just bailing out and frantically trying to strip my grip. One day…

(Personally, I always stop and try to analyze what it is. And even let the person do what they want to do to see more of it. What’s the worst that happens? I tap and we start over. Big deal. Then after that first time and knowing what’s coming, start trying to see if I can figure out how to negate it without completely disengaging. And start trying to figure out how to do it for myself, to see if it’s something that works for me. I’d rather stay in there and work through the puzzle, while so many people seem to prefer to only do things that start with them holding the advantage.)

Monday night was back attacks. We started with King of the Hill escape vs submit. For the round where the winner was continuously getting their back taken, once I won one to stay in, I stayed out there. Surviving/escaping the back: I’ve spent so much time here, I could do this all day. For the next set of KotH, we switched so that winner was attacking the back. I am rather terrible at attacking or maintaining the back because I have so little experience with it, and the few times I do ever get there (though mostly get blocked when I try to take the back), everyone escapes so easily. 

I was planning to start back to morning classes next week, but Andrew mentioned that this week the mornings are starting a guard-passing section. And since I need to work on guard passing… So I was there yesterday morning, and will likely hit up more morning classes during this section. Maybe (maybe?) see about training more mornings. My primary excuse for missing mornings is gone now: it’s not cold and dark anymore. Well, it is cold and overcast, because May has decided that we need a lot of rain, apparently. 

Girls! In Gis!

I parallel-parked! 

I won a pineapple!

I met Julia!

Oh, there was also grappling. And gis. And girls in gis. 

Yesterday was Girls in Gis: DC edition at BETA Academy. From the moment this was announced, I have wanted to go. I’ve been out of the grander BJJ east coast women’s scene for a few years now, between injuries, having so many women of my own team to train with, and even apathy toward BJJ in general. I’ve looked at going to other open mats, but none of them grabbed me the same way as this one.

No one else from my team was available, but I still wanted to go. Usually when I have a trip out of town planned — even good ones, like going to see my goddaughters — I get up that day dreading having to drive so far. Not yesterday: I was excited to get on the road. Took between 4 and 5 hours to get there, brave the crazy DC drivers, wind my way through DC a (my GPS decided that of course I wanted to swing by the Mall area and all the tourist traffic), and then comb the streets for a big enough spot to park in and decipher all the signs to figure out if I was even allowed to park there in the first place.

I got to see a few familiar faces and a whole lot of new faces. They said there were 150 spots, about half of them white belts. (BETA has two huge mats, though, so that wasn’t a problem.) The event started with instruction by belt level; purples and browns worked with Jen Hall, and she showed a couple techniques involving “inviting” your partner to do something which only serves to let you load their weight and then reverse it. Gonna start playing with these, especially against over/under passes, which everyone at home loves to do. She also had some advice about being the smaller person in general. 

There’s was a break after that for pictures and the raffle (I won a portable USB charging station, shaped like a pineapple), and then there was time for rolling. I had forgotten to look at the attendee list to see if Julia was planning to come — though we’re both in Virginia, we’re on opposite sides of the state, so haven’t had a chance to meet yet — and so had been looking through the assembled blue belts to see if I could figure out if one of them was her. I’d narrowed it down to maybe this one lady near me during the raffle, then saw the “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” patch on the back of her gi, and that sealed it. 😉

We got to roll a round-and-a-half and then sat and talked for while before finding other partners to finish rolling with. I left the mats a bit early to change so that I could head out right at 5; the last time I lingered after a women’s event in a city was the only time I’ve been in a car wreck, and did not want that to happen again. My GPS tried to send me into incoming traffic once and almost made me run over a pedestrian another time, though thankfully this time it avoided the Mall. Got home close to 10, grabbed a quick shower, and went straight to bed. 

Christmas in May

Today was the day to be at Open Mat if you thought you might be close to your next belt — Tim awarded 5 belts. 2 Browns and 3 Purples, one of which was Danielle, so there are now 4 purple belt women here. I joked that he needed to be wearing his red gi, but instead he was rocking his new favorite teal jacket.

I have decided that I need to work on passing guard. Consequently, I have found out that I am terrible at passing guard. I am also working on submissions other than straight armbars. Sometimes I forget, or sometimes the armbar is just there and I have to take it. I’m also trying to roll one more than I really want to, which generally ends with hitting the wall so very, very hard.