Yes it's been a month since my last post. Them's the breaks.
Fatherhood is weird. It's good and everything, but there's this small person who never leaves and can't do basic things like, you know, eat on his own. Or speak. But it's good. He's wonderful, and his mother is a saint who lets her husband go to jiu jitsu three times a week. It's phenomenal.
Training----training is very different from what it was in the fall. We still cannot get a steady group of guys to come to class. It's alright, as Klint does things other than instruct for his living. [That part, actually, is great; that means that we know he's there because he wants to be.] But it is always frustrating in that we always training with the same three or four people and aren't getting looks at different styles all the time. And as lucky as I am to have my main training partner be a black belt, it is pretty hard on my ego to be unable to see my game develop because he's always taking it up the next step to keep me working harder. And then when I'm up against the rest of the guys, the lower blue belts and white belts, I'm so excited to be the hammer instead of the nail for once that I don't take the opportunity to work into and out of different positions. So really, it's me being stupid.
A few weeks ago, Klint turned Saturdays into no-gi. So we train in the gi Mondays and Wednesdays, and make use of our rashguards on Saturdays. This Saturday, for once, we had a class full of higher belts. There was one teenage orange belt, one high white belt, myself [2-stripe blue], two purple belts, two brown belts, and two black belts. And I got to train with all of them.
Jared, the non-Klint black belt, is a freak. He is simply unreal. He kills hooks before you can place them, he gets to side control before you realize he's passing, he uses only as much energy as is strictly required, and makes you use much, much more. So I got throttled by him for a while. And I felt like I could do nothing, like I was just flailing and donkey-kicking out of fear. And when we finished, he was very complimentary. He asked if I like no-gi, and I have to say that I don't particularly. I feel like I am just uncontrolled and all muscle. But apparently, I'm the only one; Klint even texted me later to say that Jared was impressed. Andy was watching and said I did much better than he was expecting. I don't know how to take that, so I just say thanks and move along.
I also got to train with Tony [purple] and Gina [brown] during class, working on guard retention and recovery, and then with Jeremy [purple] and Casey [brown] after class, working on---well, just working on training, I guess. Some strikes, some gutters, a few uncomfortable positions later, and I was suddenly late to get home for a thing. As I left, Klint and Jared and Casey and Jeremy were going over positions and techniques, and I wanted just to stay for the next two hours and keep learning. But family. You know.