Defying physics

So right now, I have all of the side effects of cutting weight (e.g., crankiness, dead muscles, no energy, hunger, thirst, craving for salt) but none of the benefits, i.e., losing weight. In fact, I think I’ve gained a pound…. Something’s broken. Likely me. Hopefully only my scale, but likely me. Bah.

I got my CSA farm share last night, and there were blueberries and cherries in there. I took them home & washed them. When my brother came in, he asked if he could have some. When I mentioned that I was cutting weight for the tournament, which meant I couldn’t eat them so he could have them all, he started doing a happy dance there in the kitchen. Then he sat at the kitchen table saying, “I love blueberries!” as he ate them with a spoon. I did remind him that I hadn’t had carbs in a few days so he’d better not taunt me too much, at which point he did get quiet but began to shovel blueberries faster into his mouth.

I seriously considered not even going this morning. I’m tired and cranky and wasn’t even packed. I even got up and sat on the couch to consider my options. But, fortunately (or perhaps unfortunately), my brain does not work terribly quickly at 6am, so I ended up grabbing a gi, clothes, towels, and lunch and even made it class on time.

Short warmup. My left shoulder crapped out on alligators; it’s been giving me issues the last few weeks. (Bah, reminds me — I forgot stuff to put on it today.) Doesn’t bother me in rolling, just in things like pushups and alligators. Already exhausted at this point and again questioning why I even came.

Partnered up to do the omoplata situp from armbar — just the transition — for 3-min rounds. Okay, wait, now I’m exhausted. Then drilled 5-min rounds of full omoplata from armbar.

Rounds. Two with Lauren, one with Arkeif, and one with Eamon. I was gripping more tightly than I thought I would be able to, but I couldn’t move fast at all or keep a solid frame against anything. And now I’m really tired…

This is the last training session before the tournament for me. Rest of the week is to recover and to hopefully move these pounds that don’t seem to want to leave the party…

“If I have the chance to legally kick you in the face, I’m going to take it”

Andrew’s response when asked if a step could be taken out of the omoplata from today to make it faster. Heh.

My normal Sunday evening routine is to fix & pack all my MWF food and to pack (or at least sort out) all my clothes/gear/towels for MWF. But because of my cousin’s wedding — and because my sister was in town for it and so I went to my parents’ house for the afternoon to spend time with her — I have nothing prepared. And because TH evenings already have other things planned, I didn’t get much accomplished towards packing last night. But I woke up rather perky this morning, despite waking up several times during the night. Oh, fine, I’ll go… Lack of packing, though, meant that I had to drive home after class to shower and get everything ready for the evening class.

Short warmup, focusing on getting our hips loose (so lots of alligators and duck walks and squats. Boo hiss.). Then we started with kimura from guard, focusing on the points of control. Then we transitioned to the omoplata from guard off a triangle, finally working through some slight variations for when they try to get away.

Drilling took the whole class, which was good as my legs are still not quite thrilled with having to do anything.

Green Light! Red Light…

My home internet has been ditzy all week. Meh.

So I finally got around to going to a Thursday class. And it was not of the expected variety. Felt rather normal, tell the truth.

Justin and Andrew have a new judo throwing dummy. They amused themselves before class by tossing it on its head.


Short warmup, then rolling. With Emily (a new girl who started coming a few weeks ago, yay!), Buddy, and Adam. My squirrelly guard was alive and well and that made me happy, though I was sputtering on standing guard passes and that made me sad face.

Then drilling was omoplata to kneebar, which was a tad bit complicated, though Emily felt better when I said that I’d never done it, either.

Open Mat

Tim called for rolls. I was paired with a new teenager whose dad brought him in. I think this was his 2nd class.

Red Light

Back in the land of stupid injuries: while rolling with the kid, I’d purposely gotten bottom half — I was feeling kind of bad for tooling him so much and was going to work something. My left knee was on top, across like a knee shield, and relaxed; he had no pressure or weight on it at all (I think he was looking at it, and looking about the bottom leg that was hooked, and thinking, “WTF do I do now?”). Then the left knee suddenly went, “Ka-POW!!!” and exploded in pain.

The kid looked up at me and said, “What was that?!” I said that it was my knee. He pointed to the right one, which was in a brace as usual. “That one?” I pointed to the other. “Nope, this one. The good one.” He asked if I was alright; I said I was and we kept going.

The pain went away for the remaining few minutes, but it came back with a vengeance once we stopped rolling. I had it on ice as soon as I got home. This morning, there’s some swelling in the area and it still hurts; the whole knee is stiff, but I can walk without too much hobbling, though I’m going slow just in case. (Stairs, however, require some work because of the stiffness in the whole knee.) The real pain is on the inside of the knee and is much, much worse if I do anything that turns my knee; sitting down, weirdly, causes the most pain, as apparently I don’t sit down straight but rotate at the knees as I sit. The knee will bend without real pain, until I get to the far ranges of motion.

For now, I’m sitting on the couch at work with it propped up on a pillow. (They’re almost used to me doing silly things like this by now.) I’ve got 2 ice packs in the freezer and I’m even wearing a skirt so I can get ice packs on it more easily. Ibuprofen is, of course, my friend. Guess this means no class for me tonight or tomorrow, so guess I’ll have to wait until next week to beat up some more kids. 😉 If it’s not better by Monday, I may go to the doctor. Meh.

Oh, hey, morning class!

Blog fog again. Still so far out of my routines. I keep pausing before I leave the house and trying to think through everything I have with me because I’m certain that I’ve forgotten something. Haven’t so far, but nothing is automatic yet.

First morning class I’ve been to in, er, 3 weeks?

Short warmup. Then drilling: armbar from guard to choke (if they pull their arm out) or omoplata (if they move their arm to the side to escape the armbar). Then some round-robin rolling; 3 rolls for me.

Nodding off…

I had a lovely dream this morning about rolling over, snuggling deeper into the covers and pillows, and drifting back to sleep.

My alarm went off right at that second and jolted me awake. Rats.

Round-robin to warmup, 2 full cycles. Andrew, Trey, Guillaume. Then drilled overhook from guard to reverse armbar (brief look at switching to regular armbar if they roll forward), then switching to inverted armbar. Hips did not like the idea of that inverted armbar and argued with the brain’s instructions. Andrew also showed me switching to omoplata instead of the armbar, if they jerk their arm backwards.

~10 minutes of rolling to finish up. With Guillaume. I did manage the reverse armbar to regular armbar when he rolled, so something stuck.

All last night, I was antsy to do something. Bounced around the house. Wanted to be choking people. Is a good sign. Starting next week, I’ll go to class on Tuesday nights, too. Thursdays will still be off.

Sitting at my desk now, waiting for the coffee to kick in. My eyelids are heavy and are taking a very long time to get back up after each blink.