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BJJ day 31…might as well.
I’m sure most are already tired of my personal ramblings and would rather I just reblog cool pictures and videos. LOL.
Anyhow, my last class was last Tuesday. It’s Sunday now and I’m filled with what I call “Jiu Jitsu guilt.” It’s that feeling when you wanna get back on the mats, but you can’t because you have other things you need to do.
Anyhow, I was meeting up a long time friend who has a conflicting schedule that day so I was only able to get in two rounds before leaving. The lesson was more repetitions of the hip swivel guard break to reverse knee on belly to multiple attacks: reverse knee on belly to knee on belly to far side arm bar; rkob to kob to fsab to judo triangle. And an escape to the whole debacle.
In rolling I got to roll with one of my favorites. Sarkis. Sarkis is a Judo black belt. He’s also 250 lbs of mostly muscle. Basically, he’s a bad MF’er. When I feel him, I never feel him muscling me around. It’s pure technique. I learn a lot when he beats me up. But, after rolling with him, I was exhausted, to say the least.
Next comes home boy who likes to beat on me when I’m tired. LOL. I ain’t mad at him. It’s prolly good for his self esteem. Beating on a bigger dude. I enjoy going with him though. Sometimes he gets me. But lately, I’ve been getting him. That makes me feel good. Makes me feel like the beatings I get from the top dogs is helping me beat the pups from my litter. So yeah, I’m exhausted. Home boy is just eating me up ( no homo ). He’s mounting me. He’s throwing submissions at me. I’m just holding on. That is, until he slipped up and I swept him, and as I swept him (with God knows what because I was just going off instinct and lessons), I had his leg tucked neatly below my armpit. Boom, instinct takes over. Achilles lock. I could’ve gone for a heel hook (which I’m reaaaally good at btw), but I still feel it’s dangerous and not something white belts should play with. So I did what coach taught me. Maintain control and finish the straight Achilles lock. That tap felt amazing. I came from being mounted, to getting a tap, despite my exhaustion.
Then, we rolled again and I had muscle fatigue. I had a full blown D’arce on him but I couldn’t finish it. LOL. I was too tired. My grip was slipping and all that. It’s all good though. I might be able to get some private lessons with Coach for Feb. I’m training to pass the firefighters exam, so I can’t risk injury. And coincidentally, coach has a sale (50% off of his cost for private lessons). So I’m thinking I’m going to take advantage of that.
Life is good.
