I can’t help but notice there’s a T-rex on your crotch.

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I expect the threat to have the advantage in size and strength; or to be crazy (mental instability or on drugs). Because almost all of them were one or the other. I think it makes sense, since you’d have to be crazy to routinely attack bigger and stronger people. –Rory Miller

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Hallelujua! This is gratifying, in light of the fact that I wanted some carbs so badly yesterday that I was on the verge of tears. I went to Safeway (hungry and grumpy) and I stood there in front of the freezer case and stared at the creamy white cheddar baked mac and cheese for some time, while people streamed past and gave me odd looks. Then I bought eggs and mushrooms and went home and cooked a scramble.

I’m wondering if I should register for no-gi only at the next Proving Grounds (sub only) in Dec.

It feels very pressure-y to me to fight blue belts in tournaments. If I blow through them, they will (rightfully) resent that they had to deal with me in their bracket- and if they blow through *ME*, that’s embarrassing in front of all those people and all my teachers. (Go ahead, call me insecure, I know.) Also, at that small tournament, there was just not enough time to recover from the gi fights before having to go back in the ring for no-gi. You have worry about those looooooooooooong matches when it’s sub-only. It can get hairy.

Lunchtime BJJ in Seattle.

I can’t believe I waited till the frackin’ morning before the comp to twist my ankle. I haven’t had any injuries of note for months, and I’ve been training a lot lately. Well, I twisted my ankle this morning doing drills. To be perfectly honest, I twisted it while trotting around to my partner’s feet end between guard pass reps. It doesn’t seem very bad ATM, but I wonder what it will be like in the morning. If nothing else, it’s distracting and I’m going to worry that it might collapse on me- in particular during no-gi standup. I doubt it will be an issue once we’re on the ground- especially since I won’t be doing any spider guard or DLR. Argh. At least I was able to locate my brace.

Stealing Julia’s idea, I painted my toenails and fingernails with the five belt colors. The Prof was the only one who noticed… but he got a huge kick out of it.

As often happens on Friday, we did mutitudes of fast drills. Spinning armbar from side control. “Slide into home” guard pass. Del a Riva pass. I was having a lot of trouble with the DLR pass, trying to clear my partner’s foot off my knee. He had long legs, and to keep ahold of the lapel as instructed, I had to bend far over and strain.

My partner was a nice white belt fellow named Luis. My very first rep of my very first drill (the spinning armbar), I kicked the poor lad in the head. God, sometimes you just want to slouch off the mat and call it a wrap when the very first thing you do goes like that.

Because all three of today’s drills involve to some extent zooming your crotch toward your drilling partner’s face, it wasn’t long before I spied something a little peculiar. Several reps later I was able to confirm that it was indeed a Sharpie petroglyph of a dinosaur- complete with a talking-balloon that said “Raaaawwr!” on the bottom edge of Luis’ gi tail where- when the gi was tied- it would lay right over his groin.

During the water break, I said to him, “By the way…. I can’t help but notice that you have a T-rex on your crotch. Is there a story behind this?” Apparently if there was one, he didn’t want to share, because all he would say is that his roommate graffiti’ed his gi. I had to tease him about that a few more times, though. I mean, you have to be ready to take a little ribbing when you come into a dojo with a rampant T-rex on your groin.

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