Out of Gas
I went back to class today for the first time in probably four months. Yes I know; I’m a slacker. The school has moved to a new location with a much larger and nice building here in North Augusta. It’s within ten minutes of the house. I really have no excuse not to go now. Aside from the fact I’m lazy, which is a sad one.
Saturdays are open mat, which means you come and practice whatever you and your partner decide on. I just wanted to roll to try and build my endurance back up to the pitiful form it was in four months ago. Everything went pretty much how I expected it to. I’m stronger, it didn’t do me a whole lot of good, my endurance sucks again, which also didn’t do me a whole lot of good, and I’ve forgotten a lot of what I had learned, which really didn’t do me any good. The highlight of the day for me was making a grown man squeel when I broke his guard open by digging my elbows into his legs. I squeeled about two minutes later from his triangle choke so it all works out. All in all it was a good day, I just hate how bad my endurance has gotten. When I left they were still going at it, I was just totally out of gas trying not to hurl. Man it’s good to be back!