I’ve been putting this one off for a while because I had some serious embarrassment about how I did at Copa Nova. I did bad. Really bad. As I told my sister;
Sister: Hey Grappledunk! How was Copa Nova?
Grappledunk: Sucked. Hairy. Moose. Nads.
Yeah, that bad.
But after thinking about it for a while and talking myself down from the proverbial BJJ ledge, I’ve decided that there were several things working against me that day.
Lack of training, focus, and preparation. I’ve been training rather sporadically and without a whole lot of focus. I certainly didn’t do anything to prepare for this, except maybe stress out a bit on the drive over in the morning. I didn’t even sign up for it until the day before, but that was partly me trying to fake out the whichever gods make me sick or injured for every tournament I pre-register for.
Lack of desire. Sort of feeds off the above, but I was truly disgruntled the night before after an awful class in which not one but two people mashed me into the mat in quick succession. If I hadn’t shelled out my money that morning, I wouldn’t have gone. That bad attitude, while not quite as bad the following morning, certainly didn’t help me any.
Well, if you were there you saw the results.
All of this garbage in business did nothing for my mental issues. I felt myself shut down during my matches, and it was almost as if I were watching myself from the sidelines, saying,
“You know, you should really do something to break her guard instead of just sitting there letting her break your posture.”
“Dang it, you know what to do here! You do it all the time in class! Why aren’t you doing it??”
“Um. You might want to pass now instead of letting her sweep you.”
But instead, I got my ass swept.
One minor improvement was that I actually could think these things during the match, and that I remember thinking them. The next step will be acting on those thoughts, and then the step after that will be to actually accomplish what I’m working for.
Even if I do manage to achieve these lofty goals, I may not win any matches. The girls I was up against were tough, there’s no doubt about it. But I at least would make it more of a contest, and maybe it won’t take me over a week to fess up to how I did.
Finally, in order to complete the unpleasant experience, here are a few pictures of me taking a whoopin. Enjoy!