Good thing: A girl! A real live girl! In my BJJ class!
Aside from my one training partner who hasn’t been to class much lately, it’s just been me holding down the estrogen fort. But lo and behold, Monday evening, there was a girl sitting on the side watching the class. I dragged her out on the mat and made her drill armbars and triangles. I hope I didn’t scare her off.
Bad thing: Hairy ass crack. Please, for the love of whichever deity you worship, do not wear loose elastic waistband shorts to BJJ. Board shorts, people. Board shorts!! My eyes…nooooo…
Good thing: MMA on the TV at the gym during class. I couldn’t stop to watch, really, but somehow it made my evening complete.
Good thing: A sweet transition to a kimura when your opponent has turtled.
Bad thing: Me trying to perform said transition. Ok, I didn’t really see it, because it was me screwing it up, but still. I can imagine.
I had a pretty crappy class on Wednesday. I got beat up by a series of white belts, which did little for my ego. I know, I know. I shouldn’t bring it on the mat. And I don’t, but when I get home, my ego asks how I did, and if I got beat up by a series of white belts, my ego then proceeds to beat me up further.
One of my teammates was talking to me about it afterwards and made several points: The lightest guy outweighed me by at least 30 pounds. They’re guys, so they’re naturally stronger. They were using strength, not technique. I’m just returning from over two months being sick. It all makes sense, and it’s all true (especially about the strength over technique thing – that’s what really upset me the most) but I still feel like crap about it – I just couldn’t put anything together. I had one of those days where you go home and start thinking, “that’s what I should have done. Dammit!”
I’m going to take the next few classes to really think about basic techniques and combinations and see if I can’t get some of my mojo back. I’m not going to concern myself with tapping people or being tapped, I’m just going to try to show up with a few basic things to work on, then think my way through things instead of spazzing out and flailing around. I’ll let you know how that works out for me.