Happy St. Patrick's day, by the way. I'm sporting my green tiedyed gi pants courtesy of my sponsor, Happy Kimonos, and my green jacket, thanks to another sponsor, Badgerland Jiu Jitsu! I'm the only person at my academy who could dress for today on the mats! :)
And here's me, the hedgehog jits fighter, in green..
But back to the title...
"The" purpose... as though there's only one?
"The" jits blog, as though there's only one blog, or even that all posts on a blog have a singular purpose..
Well, how about this-- "some purposes of some jits blogs." Specifically mine.
This has been on my mind since reading a repost of Notes from Ringside's comments that BJJ blogs are by and for wankers... here, thanks to Meerkatsu. And it's also percolating around because I'm getting ready for Pan Ams, and because I did an interview with Caleb for Fightworks Podcast the other day. What's all this mean, you ask?
I didn't realize when I started blogging that people other than my godmother (Hi Aunt Karen!) and some other family friends would really be reading this. I guess I got a hint when I started plugging in to the online jitsuka community and reading ya'lls blogs and thoughts and commentary. And when people I didn't yet know started following here, well, I felt pretty special. Chuffed, as you Brits would say. It's incredibly comforting to share the journey.
I hope that in some way I can be part of the voice for us... the non-blackbelts.. the middlebelts in jiu jitsu.. the average Jane or Joe. I love jiu jitsu, I love the practice of it, the discipline, the challenge, the community and the process of learning it. I love to write, I love to be heard, and I love to discuss it all, which is a big part of my experience. It's not just self-flagellation or mutual masturbation either. There's a lot of useful information out there, and why reinvent the wheel when maybe we can learn from each others' experiences? Geez, the collective wisdom of this group... pretty impressive. I'm eager to connect to it, and if I have anything of any use to share, I'm there.
But then it gets time to compete. I'm a lawyer and as you can tell, a little on the obsessive side. Whatever I lack in native talent and ability, you can bet I will try to compensate with advance preparation. It's saved my bacon in court and I trust that someday I will actually feel prepared on the mats too. So, even though I briefly considered NOT doing it, I checked out the list of chicks in my division for the Pan. 10 including me as of today.
Then I take a strategery-type step back. Ahem. If I thought of it, they have thought of it too. So before I typed another sentence in this blog, I went back and made all my jits matches private on youtube. Even the ones from my first tournament, against guys, nogi, when I'd been training little more than a month or so. Zip. If you haven't seen them yet, y'ain't gonna see 'em. As if that will help :)
But it makes me wonder. I have occasionally considered being less than forthcoming about my training progress, goals, successes and weaknesses on this blog-- but is that just crazy egotistical? Like I'm enough of anything for anyone to want to research me?
The other side of my stupid head is yammering that it doesn't matter if you're a big threat or a pushover, information is information.
So back to my title. WTF is the purpose of this blog? Counterintelligence? Comfort-seeking? Journalism? I've always thought that a rising jits tide lifts all our boats in the sense that showing you my goodie moves will make you better which forces me to be better. Since I am no Jacare, it really doesn't matter much how I do in this or that particular tournament as long as the big picture shows me improving. If I lose a match to you because I told you how to counter my pass or whatever, then good for you, and I will be absolutely fixated on beating that counter next time we roll- good for me.
So do I put my money where my mouth is? Do I take the high road and lay myself out there for any leve blue belt headed to Irvine-- won't I be PISSED if I lose to them because they read one of my freak-out-day posts and discern a weakness? I don't know. Duh, of course I'll be pissed. But I'll never know. Chances are, there's nothing they can read or see that will give them that much of an edge. Like one of my many mentors, Steve Austin, told me... play YOUR game. Execute the basics really well. Make them come on YOUR turf. And then the chips fall where they may. So really, the research I derive such comfort from doing is probably no more helpful to me than a security blanket or Dumbo's magic feather. (Doesn't mean I won't be holding the blankie or twiddling the feather... still, as they say, trust in God but keep your powder dry.)
So, aside from putting all my footage in a paper bag tucked under my metaphysical bed, I'm going to continue blogging about my nerves, my unhappinesses, my successes, my failures in prepping for the Pan. It might help someone else but more realistically, this is a record for me of my journey. Maybe I'll get a kick out of it someday.
Maybe I'll be a blackbelt someday, and look back on this and chuckle.