I was antsy on the way to class today. I have a good friend who is traveling abroad and making me pea-green. Everything he said to me made me want to go be there too! I might have to dig out my Central America journal and pictures just to torture myself.
Then, I was really pissy in class today. I was pissed because it seemed like I was doing all the right techniques yet none of them worked. I know, probably wasn't doing them correctly then. But really, I promise, I was even getting feedback like last night from Dan (who told me I was doing the right thing at the right time, it just wasn't working because he's stronger.) It just made me steaming-mad. A good example is a butterfly pass where you flatten them on their back, head to sternum, hands gripping their sides, sucking your arms in tight and back so they have their heels in their butt and your elbows touch your own knees. I won't bother describing the rest of the pass because every frickin' time I do that I can't even move to step 2 because they just straighten out their legs.
What makes me mad about that is it's arms versus legs. Even if it's core, it's arms+ core versus legs+core. Legs beat arms. WTF!
So once again near tears, several times. Get tired of being squashed and forced and made to feel weak.
But then... at the end of open mat... rolled with a much bigger and stronger blue who is very talented and has a beastly rep. Granted, he kind of gave up the pass or halfguard, twice or three times... but I tapped him with a rude but legit farside reverse armbar from side, and then later, with a Monson choke.