I just don’t know about these Jiu Jitsu tournaments. I end up crying after them. Oh, not there on the mat. At home, later, when I am alone. It’s a bit of sadness from not doing better and a bit of the accomplishments. The whole adrenaline rush/dump might have something to do with it too.
I “won” a bronze. When I say “won”, I mean that there were only 3 women in my division and I lost my match. However, I performed better than I did in my last one. I defended myself against a bunch of Kimora attempts (basically, they’re trying to twist your arm back like a chicken wing) and arm bars. At least until the last one. When she swung her leg over my head and started pulling the floppy, I tapped faster than green grass through a goose*.
The good thing about all that is now I know I can defend against that stuff. It can be hard with so few women participating in Jiu Jitsu. Let alone women in my weight and belt class. Most of my classes are full of men. Strong men, with more experience. Some days I leave the gym feeling defeated and like I’ll never get this.
Next time, I’m taking knitting. I so need something distracting to do while sitting and waiting. Otherwise, I will never finish this before it is too big for me:
I know y’all probably can’t tell, but there has been progress. There also may be some summer/ dojo footies that I have started. Now, does this sound crazy? As soon as I’m done, I am casting on for a sweater two sizes smaller than I am now.
Happy Easter y’all! Hope the Easter Bunny brought you a basket stuffed with goodies!
*Why yes, I am learning some great Southern sayings. Next thing you know, I’ll be sitting in a rocker on my porch, chewing chaw, and playing a fiddle.
**I did get complemented about having a solid base, my strength, and my defense. (Can I just add in here that Canadians are so nice? When I tapped, she was worried that she had hurt me. Her husband was wicked nice too.) I also got invited to roll with the woman I didn’t go against because of the whole not enough women in our weight class thing.