A minor (moral?) victory

Still no word on the job front. I’m starting to mention to people that I’m looking for a job, technical writing, and they say they’ll keep an ear out. Trying to get in a routine during the day, but my inner couch potato is really excited about this down time… 😮


Warmup: a little light. Not as many drills down the mat as usual, though we did more jumping jacks, pushups, etc. at the end. Two rounds of rolling. I grabbed Nick first, who always puts on a big show about me beating him up. He’s hard to sweep, though, because he’s so much bigger, and I wasn’t getting in good positions to leverage him. Was thinking of Position and Pressure, though.

Next round I got the guy who rips on my arms. I didn’t want to roll with him, but he pounced on me right after I finished with Nick; Tim was talking to someone and so couldn’t separate us (usually he would), and everyone else had partnered up quickly. So I was stuck. The voices were on my side for once: Position. Pressure. *breathe* Patience. Since I know this guy likes to knock me down and rip on my arms, I was actually trying to stay in his guard most of the time. He never does an actual sweep, only tries to muscle me over, so basically I worked on keeping my base. Somehow, though, he did get my back early on, had a fairly tight body triangle, and was working for RNC; I was doing the “Home Alone” defense (was doing it rather well, I thought, and was rather proud of myself). He started switching between body triangle and hooks while trying to move me around so he could get his hands through, but at one point he ended up crossing his feet. Saw it out of the corner of my eye and — ankle lock. (I don’t even know how I know that one. Maybe they were telling us what not to do one day and why.) He gator-rolled a few times, trying to loosen my legs, but finally had to tap.

We untangled and sat up, and he said, “What was that?” I said, “Don’t cross your feet there.” We started again, and I knew he would be trying extra hard for something, which he was. He finally held me in position long enough to get something approximating a triangle; had to tap to that. (I know that sounds either as if I’m being harsh on him or like sour grapes, but this guy really and truly works no technique. He knows what the finishing position on something is, and he tries to hold you down and get close enough so that by sheer strength he can make you me tap. The higher belts can escape; I can’t yet.) Then the round was over.

It’s not that I keep track of who I tap or who taps me; that’s just ridiculous. But I think I have an accountant voice in my head, too, who keeps tracks of certain streaks (e.g., how many times I’ve fallen asleep in a car (3)). That one tap was the first time I can remember that I’ve caught a muscling guy in anything during class. Sure, he screwed up, but I still saw it. It’s a minor (moral?) victory. It’s not necessarily that I don’t know what I’m doing; it’s just that I don’t often get a chance to do it.

Then we drilled a move for getting to their back when they’re trying to break your guard. More rolling after. Perry first. He’s hard to move. Then Buddy #1. (We have two guys named Buddy who come regularly, and two others (!) who come rarely.) He plays nice. With those two, I was trying to get to Positions, but wasn’t having much success.

Then Tim pointed Justin at me, so I got a round with him. He started a D’Arce at one point, but then stopped and showed me how to get out. I saw a way to sweep him when he turtled up; I tried it, but ended up on the bottom with him sitting on top of me. He just looked down at me and seemed to be thinking, “Well, that was a dumb idea. Now what are you gonna do?” (Well, he might not of been thinking that, but I sure was.) Took a few seconds to figure out how to leverage him back over. Was again trying to work for Position, which he does let me get to sometimes, and then Pressure, but I need a lot more work with my Pressure; after I’d get a position, thought I had good pressure, and started for something, Justin would slide right out. Doh.

Jerks

BJJ, last night

It must have been “bring a friend to class” night, since nearly half the guys brought a buddy. A few new old guys, too, so it was a crowded mat.

Felt good in the warmup and was even beating the guys on some of the drills. Then we drilled basic triangle from guard (so many new guys). Then rolling.

I defended and moved fairly well and avoided most submissions. Again didn’t go for any submissions, but when they just power out of it or bench-press me off every time I go for something, I start to forget to go for that. Even used the triangle pass that we had drilled a defense against earlier. (Hey, I’ll take everything I can get!)

But overall it was a frustrating set of rolls. Three strong-arming guys. One kept kneeing me in the face and didn’t realize it. One just laid on me for most of the round. They all hurt me, but it was the same type of hurt I get every night from these guys. So while it hurts, I’m resigned to it.

And then the third guy tried to throw an ankle lock on me. We’ve never learned ankle locks in class. He rolled/shoved me one way and twisted my ankle the other way; that hurt enough for me to tap, but he shoved me again to roll me again and out of range of tapping and he continued to jerk on my ankle. I couldn’t reach him to tap so I had to holler, “Tap! Stop!” instead. Half the class stopped to see if I was okay.

He apologized profusely the rest of the night, and I know that he really didn’t mean to hurt me. But it still hurt. These guys try to overpower me for every submission instead of working to set it up correctly. And they can do it, but they hurt me in the process by jerking my limbs every which way, often going too deep (i.e., past the point I would have tapped at). My elbows and ankles, especially, have been injured many times before BJJ and I don’t want them hurt again, so I really will tap if you get me in a real submission.

Introduction to the tire

BJJ tonight

Whee!! (I just got back, so I’m still a little loopy/flying, so apologies if I’m incoherent, but I had to write this down.)

Class tonight was fun. Again with an hour and a half. (Maybe they changed the class time? I dunno.) I finally got someone to tap during free rolling on my own (i.e., not with them setting me up). And with a move we learned for when the other person messes up, and which we were promised wouldn’t happen much. But I got ‘im! (Sorry, Nick!) I was turtled up, but he’d left his knee between my feet. Reached back & grabbed his knee, rolled him to the knee bar, awesome. He tapped, rolled over and looked at me, and said, “I can’t believe I got caught in that.” Wohoo! (and then he kicked my butt for the rest of the round. Oh well :D)

And I caught someone else in another mess up (he took my back but crossed his ankles instead of putting the hooks in) and had perfect form on the ankle lock… but he has hyperflexible ankles, so the lock doesn’t actually work on him. But he did tell me after the round that I did have the lock exactly right and that anyone else would’ve had to tap. Score.

I’m think I’m getting better at this whole thing. I keep getting caught in “Well, now what?” situations, though: I can do a little, and then don’t know what to do after.

After class, I was standing around with the guys (because my legs wouldn’t work to walk back for my stuff), and they decided to do tire flip and sledgehammers. I followed them out the back, and they’ve got a great big ol’ tire out there. So we started flipping it. It’s basically a deadlift + clean. I got 3 flips in, and 5/side sledgehammers. I’ve always wanted to do tire flips They told me after that the tire is 200-250lbs. Sweet!!

(But that also means I need to up the weight next time I deadlift, right? )

So, fun after class means no extra lifting for me tonight. I can feel myself starting to fade…


Update, 4/24: Today, it feels like that tractor’s getting its revenge, as if someone slapped the tire back on and ran over me with the tractor. Whew. Joints are still what hurt the most. (No lower back pain that plagued me on my earlier DLs, which is great because it means I had good form. And that tire would’ve let me know if I was doing it wrong.)