Ow, my shoulder hurts. Not quite “actively being mauled by a bear” hurts, but definitely not comfortable. I sit at my desk at work now with the left hand behind my head and my elbow raised; that gives it a decent enough stretch and is about the only mostly comfortable position available. Blasted shoulders. As soon as I get one fixed, the other starts up. And this stupid cold is still lingering. Ugh. Do not like.
I spent my lunch break looking at the current top house contender with my dad. He found traces of mildew in the basement and pointed out that with the way the land slopes, there’s probably a lot of runoff coming under the deck and against the house there. This is what happens when your dad is an insurance agent. So that one’s probably off the list, and I’ll be back to looking again.
Funny, though — after the house tour, we went to a nearby Italian buffet for lunch. As we pulled in, I noticed a co-worker’s car in the parking lot. They had just finished and were getting ready to leave to head back, but they stopped to get out and meet my dad (which he said was just weird). And then at class tonight, Tim said he’d seen us as we were leaving; he was coming in behind us. Yes, it’s a small town.
I sat off to one side in the cage before class to loosen up and recited my goals: “Armbar. Bump to scissor. No passing my guard.” over and over and over. Occasionally I threw in “Don’t stop. Hips down. Rikki Tikki Tavi.” Mostly tried to get that shoulder loose, but it wasn’t cooperating.
Class started off with rolling. Tim actually pointed Will at me, saying, “Yes, you roll with her.” I told Will that I wasn’t sure if that was Tim being nice (he knows I like rolling with Will, so he usually separates us and makes me roll with spazzoid white belt boys “to build character”) or that was Tim being mean (because he knows Will will destroy me effortless and make me feel like I don’t know anything). Either way, I was glad to get it. Even as I was getting pwned all over the place, I still felt like I was rolling how I wanted to roll and like I had some actual grit and some decent framing & movement. Several things that I always seem to screw up felt like they were closer to being done correctly. And Will even said at one point that I need to keep rolling like this. For once, I actually felt like I knew what he meant. Usually when he says that, I have no idea what I’m doing that I’m supposed to keep doing, but this time I felt like I actually did.
Then Tim pointed one of the kickboxing guys at me. He comes sporadically. When I sat down, he said, “Now, I need to take all of my joints and extremities home with me, so be gentle.” I countered that that applies this way, too, and he said, “Yeah, but you have skills!” To which I said, “Yes, but I’m still small.” We got a laugh out of it, but as I expected, he was trying to bang me around a lot, ratchet elbows in everywhere, and fling my feet away. Yet, he also apologized at one point and said that all he really knows on the ground are “dirty techniques” and that he knows they’re dirty, so he was trying not to do them too much. Appreciated. I kept having flashes from Kintanon’s size disadvantage post and enforcer post, mostly about how I don’t have to manhandle him the way the guys do to be effective. There was a tad bit of Unbreakable Guard work going on, but it was more of “you won’t break my guard that way.” He did ask for advice and pointers, and I did try to help, though not too much because Tim doesn’t like people instructing during rolls. I did tell him that his only goal in my guard was to try to break it and, after several failed kimura attempts from inside my guard, that submissions wouldn’t happen from there. Briefly showed him the standard guard break. Felt like — and probably was — a long round, though I mostly felt like I was rolling similarly to how I’d rolled with Will, at least mindset- and grittiness-wise.
Drilling was armdrag to taking the back. (Crap, armdrags. Mine are still atrocious. It’s already on the list to work on.) My biggest problem according to Tim is that I’m too flat after the drag, and Will pointed out that I’m telegraphing it big time. (That one, I did know. Old problem.) Drilled with Sara.
A few more rounds of rolling. With new Adam first. He dislocated his shoulder in the last few weeks; it initially happened before BJJ, so he’s apparently used to it happening, and he wore his belt and tucked his hand in. (Unlike when I did it the first time my left shoulder acted up, though, he’s actively using that hand; he’s just trying to restrict shoulder movement.) I promised not to just try to triangle him, and there were other times when I’d get a good position for something, realize the only reason I’d gotten it was because of the trapped arm, and so wouldn’t look to finish. With his arm mostly tied down, though, it made getting to and keeping top position quite a bit easier.
Then a round with Jess, and I worked on mount and s-mount pressure and on guillotines from mount, which is something I don’t do a lot. Couldn’t work out where I was going wrong in getting the arm around, so will probably need to ask someone to show me.
We still get the mats on Fridays until March, when yoga takes over, so I’ll head over there tomorrow.