March 29, 2010
Last week was interesting. I rolled Tuesday morning. Rather I showed up Tuesday morning, wearing a gi, and proceeded to do something that may have possibly resembled something like BJJ; I cannot be sure as I felt like a rag doll for the entire class. Good times. I shook my head, threw my sucker in the ground for a few minutes, and moved on. The occasional crappy class is to be expected, like a fruitcake at Christmas. I spent the better part of Wednesday afternoon contemplating my timing and re-energizing my focus on the art of the offense. Then...Wednesday night. I had an excellent roll! We worked on two chokes that begin with your opponent in your guard. I was feeling great, moving through each technique slowly and methodically, paying careful attention to the placement of my elbow and shoulder around my opponent's arm. We started out rounds about 45 minutes in, and I felt simply magical. My timing was quick, accurate, and ...