This sport is really something. One second I feel like I'm progressing, the next, like I shouldn't even be setting foot in the gym, so I have to focus on progress in any form it comes. Tonight...mark it...was the first night I came home and felt completely normal. Not like I'd been thrown into a washing machine or kicked down the street by a soccer team, but just normal. Bruised a bit, but I'm not exhausted. I could go for a few more rounds (after a break). Admittedly, I still got lightheaded after class, but I made it off the mats.
Weird situation tonight. I got an arm pinned under me (not mine) and wasn't sure what to do with it...so I kept it pinned. I can't say it did anything. Maybe there was a way for me to take advantage of the situation, but I couldn't see what it would have been.
Next class that's what I'm focusing on. Replacing the guard. Nothing else. I rolled with a blue belt and it seemed to just happen, or rather I at least knew to try. Next was with a purple and I totally stopped even considering it as a possibility. He called me out on it. So...Wednesday...replace.