Fall sports have been in full swing in my house. Combine that with everything else in my life, and I haven’t made any time for jiu jitsu. A rare convergence of events led to a free night, so I took advantage of it and went to class.
Pretty light attendance. The IBJJF his hosting a tournament here this weekend, so maybe people are resting up. In any case, we didn’t have a lesson last night, just some wrestling drills and rounds.
Halfway through the warm up, and I knew I was going to be in for a long night. Then the wrestling drills hit. I did my best to keep up, and Kevin was a good partner.
For rounds, it was Kevin, Will and I. Damian mercifully told me to go every other round. Kevin and Will are both competing on Saturday, so the extra rounds would be good for them anyways.
Well, it was an adventure.
We picked up the vans on Thursday night, then a few of us from Van #1 (the best van, obviously) drove about half way to the starting line. Then, up at 4 am to drive the rest of the way for our 7 am start. The rest of Van 1, and all of Van 2 met us there (they had to get up at 1:30 am to make it!).
Our first runner took off right on schedule, and then the madness of playing leap frog began. I had leg 3, which was my longest leg. Started in the middle of no where Wisconsin, ended in the middle of no where Wisconsin. I did run through a very patriotic town, where the route detoured into a 50 yard stretch of their park, which was lined with American flags.
After leg 4, the head started creeping up, we had a high of 87, and heat indexes well into the 90s. Our van finished about 11 am (only about 10 minutes behind our projected pace), and we handed off the wrist band to Van 2, and headed up to our next exchange point to rest up. Took a nap, gobbled down some pork sandwiches, and enjoyed the 20 minute wait for the portapotties.
It was here I got a good sense of the whole scale of this thing. There was probably 300 teams. It became a running joke of “where did we park? I have a white van.”, parked in a sea of white vans.
Van 2 finished their first legs about 6 pm, they lost about an hour off their pace. And they were the van full of runners who where talking down about crossfitters (which our van was).
My second leg started about 8:30, and if I thought I was in the middle of no where for leg 1, I was REALLY in the weeds for this leg. But it was cool, and all downhill, so never mind the hillbillies.
Our last runner finished about 11:30, and our van of non-runners made up nearly 40 minutes of pace time. 40 minute drive to our next exchange point, a high school. We were promised mats to sleep on, and pay showers. We arrived, and I didn’t bother getting out of the van, as I was already curled up on my seat. 10 minutes later, everyone else came back, because there was no showers, and no mats.
We were up at 4 am anyways, waiting on Van 2. They made up some time in the cool night too.
My last leg was at about 7 am. Short, but had a big hill at the finish. Little bit of sisu got me through. I was sure glad there wasn’t a 4th leg on the horizon. Van 1 finished again before it got hot, then we found the nearest place with food and beer and pigged out. Then jetted up to the finish line to wait for our team to finish together. Had another couple of beers to celebrate while we were waiting and then the DJ called for a a plank holding contest. 4 girls from Van 1 immediately leap to their feet.
Emily went 8 minutes after drinking 4 beers, after running 18 miles in 36 hours, and was pissed that the DJ called it off because it was taking too long. The other girl remaining was shaking like a leaf too.
Our last runner came in right on time, and we all crossed the finish line together.
I’ve been incredibly unmotivated lately. Both with jiu jitsu and my upcoming relay run. My life is so busy and hectic that when class night rolls around, I’d rather just stay home and have some down time.
Saturday, I did go to open mat. Juke warmed us up, then off to rounds. 6 minutes in, 3 out. I had Rafa, Tall Matt, Connor, and others. Decent mix of people, so I felt like I did okay. Did manage to pull of a balloon sweep with Matt, which was probably a bad idea given how crowded it was.
Last Saturday sucked. This Saturday was good. Is normal, right?
And it was probably just the group I was in. This week I had Bob, Dennis, Nick, and a really tall white belt. And it was great. Instead of being smashed the entire time, I got to be on top. I got to do things from the bottom. I got to tap people. I tapped and was happy about it.
Running has been sporadic, but I’m feeling okay. Time to up the millage some and be more consistent now.
I didn’t run enough this week. Just one day. Scheduling problems and then when I wanted to run, it was pouring rain.
Saturday was a mental disaster. It started okay, but went down hill quick. We had a group of 9, and did 6 minutes in, 3 out. I had Nik Nik, Morgan, Tim, JR, Pat, Angel, and others.
First round was with Nik Nik, and he knee sliced to arm lock over and over, just like usual. I will figure out how to prevent that pass if it kills me.
Next round, I’m mounted and can’t escape. Next round with Tim, he’s got me in some weird 50/50 leg entangle, holding my ankle, but just sitting there. I move one way, then another, then another, and I can’t figure out how to get out. And he’s sitting there. I go to stand, and can’t. Finally I just push on his leg to pull mine out and reset the round.
Next I’m with someone else, and they’ve got me cruifixed, and I’m doing my best to escape. One of my group on the sidelines is trying to coach me through it, which normally would be nice, but today, it just pissed me off. Yeah, I know how to escape from where I am, I just can’t because he’s countering it by armlocking me.
And from there on out I was just in a sour mood about everything. I finished out my rounds, but my heart wasn’t really in it. Just going through the motions and waiting for class to be over.
Sweaty night on the mats, but at least we had some space.
I got to lead the warm up. Damian led the class. We covered one of my bread and butter techniques, half butterfly guard. We started in side control, shucked the head control, hip escaped to half guard, inserted our butterfly hook. Then, using that as the set up, if our opponent sits back, we can stretch back, switch to full butterfly, sit up, rock back, and transition into the clamp position for an arm crush or omoplata or armbar, depending on their reaction.
Wade and I drilled. Then we split into groups for rounds. I had Jason, Nik Nik, and Evan, 3 minute rounds, twice each. Then finished it off with a 5 minute round vs Wade.
A week away at the cabin…including a couple of runs. Just short ones, but on trails. Who knew that six inch tall grass could provide so much resistance?
I got back in time to go to open mat on Saturday. Lighter attendance that lately. I had a group of 6, and we did 6 minutes in, 3 out. Brie, Bob, Kevin, Andrew, and someone else. Just about the speed of group that I felt like diving into.
Rounds were all good. Notably, Brie kicked my ass when she was on top. And my very last round with Bob was great. I had a kimura from half guard that I rolled over on into a arm bar, that he defended, so I took the back. And it led to a minute of transitioning from one attack to the next, but never quite getting the tap. Afterwards we were both happy with how it went, but spent!
For a long time, I’ve wanted to do a relay run. Never had the ability to organize enough people to make it work.
Until a friend of a friend had an opening on their RAGNAR Great River team. So…now I’m going to do it. 200 miles, 36 legs, 12 people. And two months to get ready for it. Legs are 5-8 miles each, with a couple of 3-4 mile ones, and one 9 mile one.
I ran on Sunday, just a couple of miles to gauge where I’m at. I felt okay for the run. I didn’t help myself any by marching in the PRIDE parade later that day, I was pretty sore on Monday. Ran the same route this morning, and I feel okay.
Time to up the millage and try to get some semblance of a routine going.
Open mat, grande style again. Big class.
We split into blue/white and purple/brown/black again, but ran the improve you position chipper instead. We had 8 or 9 pairs in, and still had 15 guys out at a time.
It was a grind. The bigger and better guys naturally stayed in, and as an added bonus, all the rest of us came in into poor positions. So, yeah, it was a grind.
58 people on the mat. A steamy morning. We divided into two groups,
white/blues, and purple/brown/black. Then each group split into two.
And then we played close guard against the other half of your group.
30 minutes of starting on top, 30 minutes on the bottom. We did 3
mins in, 3 out to make enough room.
I had Wade, Ginger Alex, Phil, Long, Cheng, and Brady, twice each. I
didn’t do so great on top. On bottom, I did better, but still
nothing to write home about.