Goddamn am I ever sore. Tonight marks the night that I went back to jiu jitsu classes. My membership at Tristar was up and because it was hella far away + getting overcrowded, I decided to return to GAMMA (aka Canadian Top Team with Fabio Holanda). It’s right downtown and they’ve got really good noon classes … about 10-15 really skilled individuals who are great to learn from.
I really enjoyed my time at Tristar; I learned a lot of really useful stuff. My ability to escape being mounted is near legendary … now if I can just stop getting mounted! But I am happy to be back at GAMMA. Fuck, I’m just happy to be back in classes at all. After 3 months off I haven’t forgotten much … drills went ultra-smooth and then I held my own against bigger and more experienced grapplers. One guy though … he had me in his closed guard and then got me in a guillotine, but instead of choking me out he arched back and separated every vertebrae in my back from midway up to my neck. Fuck it sucked balls. But at the same time I’m sitting here at home now, feeling sore … and feeling happy that I’m feeling sore.
It feels good to get back at it.
P.S. 214 pounds, bitches. And here I was worried I’d be back up above 220. Of course, let’s try not to think of how much muscle I’ve lost and how my body fat has gone way the hell up. Anyways, who gives a fuck? I’m gonna work my ass off and get back down below 210 real quick. I don’t know who’s ass I’m going to be kicking this summer, but it’s going to be someone’s.