Jiujitsu Confusion

Yet another BJJ conversation with family...this time, my cousin who probably gets more BJJ talk than she can handle.

Larry (Me): Know what's a cool name? Agamemnon. My new favorite purple belt's named Agamemnon.

Balki: You're right...wow...not only do you have a belt named Agamemnon, but multiple purple belts. 

Larry: ...Agamemnon is a guy at WooJitsu...and I don't name my belts, BJJ or otherwise. 

Balki: Ooohhhh...that changes EVERYTHING. 

Open mat was so fun. I'm always so scared. The big kids still intimidate me a bit, even if they are really cool. I tried some variations in difficulty on armbar drills...difficult. Got some nice comments on my new Padilla and Sons gi too, which I've managed to shrink quite well. The top's probably down to an A3 after some washing and drying (thanks Georgette). The night's music was a 70's/80's mix of Earth Wind and Fire, Go West and Lionel Richie. I gotta admit, "King of Wishful Thinking" does suck a bit of the aggression out of you and forces you to relax. I was being choked and was still humming along. Love that song. Peppiest breakup song ever.

And yes, we do refer to each other as "Balki" and "Larry". 

Men are strong.

I can only wonder what some of my friends and family think of my training. My brother gave me a little glimpse into his perception last night.

Me: Whuddup lil bro

Bro: You don't talk like that.

Me: Must be the jiu jitsu.

Bro: So you went tonight...

Me: Nah. Tonight's pro fighter night. My belt level isn't allowed on the mats

Bro: Sounds serious...

Begin brother's enactment of an unfortunate white belt on pro night...

Little Timmy: b...but I tripped!

Random pro fighter: Rules is rules. GAME ON BRUH!

When I first started, a few other ladies in the blogosphere were just getting their blues. It was so cool. They were so happy and proud. A few weeks after that, posts started popping up about having a target on their backs and feeling like they didn't deserve the promotion. I thought to myself "glad my blue is a LONG ways off". Well, all those wonderful feelings hit me and my little green hips tonight.

It was a total roller coaster emotionally. I came in after a psycho day at work (hours trying to get the network back up, data just...doing all the horrible things data does, hospitals doing all the horrible things hospitals do) and was very much ready to get into a different environment. We worked an armbar defense. In the middle of drilling, I saw Parrumpa walk in with a white belt in the usual place of his black, smirking. I expected to be in for some scariness, but I was wrong. 

We started rolling, and I got to pick my partner for the first time. I chose a male white belt I've rolled with before and that was about the same size as me (I do get tired of having to worry about squashing the ladies), but of course stronger. He broke my posture over, and over, and over with sheer force. My face and his rib cage are really good friends now. I kept my hands locked in his stomach, but my wrists and elbows kept collapsing. A few moments of me not getting completely squashed, and he got me in an armbar. Apparently it was his first because, well, he was elated and said it. I was happy for him to be honest. He'd been having problems with submissions and especially that one, and I know getting it on a higher belt must have been a serious rush, but man did it have to be me. I decided that fighting him upper body to upper body wasn't a great idea, so after restarting, I immediately went for spider guard. Accidentally kicked him in the face, toes in mouth.

I sure hope it was accidental. 

The worst part about it is just last class, we were talking about things we'd done to other people and I told him about my shoving my foot in the face (and by face I mean mouth) of a blue in my first week. Apparently that's a bad habit I have with spider guard. It definitely slows down a fight.

Second round was with a REALLY new white belt. I hesitated, but he was the only one left. I was...concerned. I know new white belts are super dangerous. I looked him dead in the face, searching for hints of desire to destroy my elbows. Either way, I knew I just needed to try to defend. Dude was STRONG and I honestly think he was holding back, or maybe hadn't quite learned to use those muscles yet. I saw him later shirtless and, pure striations. Made me feel a bit better, but honestly, after being forced onto my back and having our instructor come over and tell him to back off on the strength, I felt eh. Not because he was stronger. I've accepted that men even close to my size will be stronger...a lot stronger. No. 

I was hurt because I still don't have enough technique to deal with strength. And I know...I'm just a green belt, but it probably would have stung less if they hadn't been white belts. It also probably would have stung less if I hadn't given up an armbar because I wasn't strong enough to grab my bicep against Mr. Striations. It probably wouldn't have been as bad if I hadn't chosen to spar right in front of our head instructor. I honestly felt like he should have come and taken the green belt right off my waist. There were some silver linings though...

I've always given up a lot of arm submissions and told myself that tonight, I would focus on not giving so many up. I got armbarred, but they had to pry my arms out of position to get to them. 

I'm getting to my knees more quickly.

I've discovered that kesa gatame stalls me. (new area of improvement

I'm not going to be out muscling guys, but I'm strong enough to buy myself a few moments. I just don't know what to do with those moments yet. 

I've gotten better and not getting forced flat onto my back. 

...and the beat goes on...

Purple Haze

A lot of little insights tonight. I think I'm one of the few green belts that hasn't yet been invited to join the advanced class, and seeing a friend there today...I gotta admit...it stung just a teeny bit. I really know though, that it doesn't matter. I'm getting good exposure to higher belts in my class and if I want more advanced technique, I can just go to the all levels class on Friday. Ego man...ego.

I'm starting to manage rolling with much smaller people better. I can tell what wouldn't work out if someone were bigger and stronger and where I'd have ended up on my back or submitted with a larger person.

I got to roll with a purple that I've been wanting to spar with for...months. Apparently he was thinking the same thing because when we got paired up, the first thing he said was "finally...". We'd been paired up...maybe twice before, but then switched out at the last second. The roll though? It was great. The smoothness/softness is really something. I learned a valuable lesson about keeping base during open guard passes. I'd never been swept before while passing open guard. I don't think anyone had even tried. VERY educational and fun roll.

We covered triangles today (I do love going over the basics). A nice contrast and compliment to last week's armbar/omoplata/triangle flow. I'm generally able to go straight into a lock without adjusting, but I'm finding that really depends on the size and strength of my opponent...or maybe I just need more practice. Either way, I was paired with a good sized white belt during drilling, and I couldn't get straight to the lock without forcefully tossing him to the side, so I worked on adjusting. I figure it'll come in handy one day. 

I'm starting to get why you should "keep moving". Before it seemed pointless, because I honestly had no idea WHERE to move, but it's making sense now.

Your opinion please...

I just got my Padilla and Sons gi! Love the material and it's so much softer than my starter gi. I sent my measurements over and they were really great in helping me pick the right size. They recommended an A4 which fits my lower half great, but the top seems a little...large to me.Wondering if it's worth returning. Really not sure though. I haven't washed it, and it hasn't shrunk, so maybe that's the issue. Let me know what you guys think. 

Puppies, babies and big sweaty men

Yeah...tonight was really hard on my BJJ self esteem. We did some exercises today...and...I...yeah. We started doing body drags earlier this week. For those of you that don't subject yourself t an environment where you'd even hear the term "body drag", it basically involves laying on your stomach and dragging yourself across the floor using just your arms. We did them last night. My shoulders were angry at me today. Well, we did them again today (easier in a rash guard), along with bear walks and...I think they were called kimodo crawls. I at least kinda sorta got through these. I didn't think I could take any more. But there was more. Wall walking. Hands on the ground next to the wall,  feet on the wall above you, walk the length of the wall. I made it...a foot. Maybe a foot and a half. None of the ladies in class did. It required too much upper body strength. 

 

Afterward, one of the girls looked at me and said "Well, there goes my self esteem". Yep. That's just where I was too. The icing on the cake was getting owned by a newer student...yes...he's the same weight as me and male and strong, and yes, I'm way awkward without the gi, but it still didn't feel good. 

 

It all ended well though. There were lots of babies and puppies at the lockers. At least three people came in and the first thing out of each of their mouths was "Babies and puppies all over the place!" We decided that if we tossed in a couple sweaty guys, it would make a great poster for the school.

Get ready folks. We've got a giggler.

Now, I'm not one to go for compliments, but having a higher belt tell me I'm doing better can make me blush like it was Johnny Depp telling me I was pretty. Today I found out from my new favorite broken blue belt (they hang around the beginners' class and have been great learning experiences). He's been really great about letting me start on the bottom every single restart and roll. After our round today, he told me I've gotten a lot more aggressive about getting out of the position, and honestly, it's paid off. I've been making gains...still haven't gotten him into my full guard yet (and I always forget about half), but I'm getting a bit closer each time. He's starting to throw in some twists to keep me out, so I'm seeing that as a sign of improvement. I'm finally getting some of my "oomph" back...even threw in a couple extra reps for good measure. I actually enjoy the passing drills now:)

But yeah. We were working an omoplata sweep today and I was drilling with a good sized white belt who's been there a couple months. I was rolling him over and I heard a "tee hee hee" come from my knees. The giggling issue has come up before. A while back after class, I heard one of the other ladies ask one of the guys (quite loudly) "Man...why do you giggle everytime we spar??" His response? "Y...you're just so cuddly!". I gotta admit, it was kinda funny. I was bracing myself for something similar, but when I asked "What's with all the giggling, dude?". His response? "Because I'm getting tossed around like a rag doll!". He then commented on how quickly I got him into an omoplata. The idea of someone thinking I do this even remotely well is just...funny...and unexpected...and nice:)