I thought I was going to do just a light training tonight. I thought I wasn’t going to roll around and fight like hell just to make sure none of them sat on me for a couple of minutes (as I mentioned before, pinning is totally allowed in Judo, whereas in jiu jitsu it’s considered stalling, ergo eventually penalized).
But then one of the Judo girls came in, and I thought it would be a good idea to train with her for a little, just to sweat a bit and warm up before the takedown portion of Judo (I thought I was only staying for 1/2 the class! HA!)
Girl can fight, yo.
There were some differences that she didn’t know about, and we worked on, but I was definitely sweating good and hard by the end of the class. Well, technically it was open mat, but that’s besides the point.
Judo, I ended up staying the entire 2 hours, not learning anything new, but going through everyone’s plan for the tournaments that are coming up in the next week or so.
I worked on my Ouchi Gari, and the girl I rolled with earlier worked on her Seionage and some other throws…I think Tai Otoshi, and then she said a long Japanese word that I kind of just stared at her for a second kind of like a dog does when you talk to them sometimes. Then I just nodded and let her do her thing.
As much as I like the Harai Goshi, I don’t think Pan-Ams is really the time and place for it: your hips need to be just in the right spot for it to really be successful, and it takes a while to get back into that kind of precise timing and positioning.
Anyway, I stuck around for some sparring, which is where I totally got my ass handed to me. And I deserved it. These guys have been training consistently for quite some time now, where I was training for a while, then took 2 years off, and now I’m back.
You think I would have learned my lesson, but no, I seem to lack the ‘give up’ switch when it comes to being involved in an activity. This comes in handy some times, other times, it makes situations a little sticky. But I digress.
One thing I will *mildly* gripe about is one of the guys in the Judo class has a habit of videotaping the sparring sessions. And I don’t have the heart to tell him that I hate it. I hate most records of my face, voice, expressions and actions. That’s just a part of my behavior. It seems like a lot of the Judo guys like it, so I’m going to try to keep my big mouth shut, but I can’t help but cringe a little on the inside every time he pulls out that damn camcorder.
Maybe I should just embrace it, but I can’t help but worry that one day I would go overboard and play the matches I lost over and over again, treading a little too close to comfort to that character in Ace Ventura, Pet Detective that obsessed about the one failed football kick with the Miami Dolphins, “Laces Out, Dan!”
For now I’ll just keep my mouth shut…and avoid looking up judo on youtube.