Wednesday night’s class

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My shoulders hurt after Monday’s Jiu-Jitsu class, so Tuesday night I thought to myself: I gotta bandage my shoulders before tomorrow’s class.

Wednesday morning: I gotta bandage my shoulder’s before tonight’s class.

Wednesday afternoon: I gotta bandage my shoulder’s before tonight’s class.

Wednesday night’s class: I didn’t bandage my shoulders.

Because I simply refuse to wear the thick hot heavy gi top, much to Jiu-Jitsu purple belt blog buddy Tom’s consternation, I knew my shoulders were going to take a hit.

It was 80 degrees yesterday, okay?! And even hotter in the gym. I put both fists up to bump Surfer Dudes 1 and 2 as I slid between them against the wall.

“It’s hot in here,” remarked SD2.

“No kidding,” I said.

“Hi, Betsy,” said SD1, clearly harboring no grudge for last class’s rear naked choke.

This class was Elbow Escape, which requires “shrimping:” moving away from your opponent by pushing off the floor with one foot and rotating on the opposite shoulder. Basically, we’re curling then straightening our bodies to move backwards, much like how a shrimp swims when it wants to get away quickly.

To add injury to injury, Instructor had everyone lay down and practice shrimping from one side of the room to the other and back again. I was feeling the sting immediately. Here’s where the gi top would’ve helped, but I had planned to have pre-bandaged shoulders! And that was before I knew this class would involve any shrimping, let alone a TON of shrimping.

The elbow escape itself requires not one but three shrimps, or in my case, four. My opponent was on the short side, so I needed to shrimp an extra time to create space for my foot to get out from behind his knee.

This one’s not as bad. Some spots are scabbed over.

And I’ve been remiss in posting pics for “What’s! That! Bruise!?” so here’s an elbow.

These are a bit old. Some are bruises, some are mat burn. My feet look similarly adorned, but no gi top can help that.

My big toe has a black eye for maybe the fourth time. Usually that’s from Taekwondo. Monday night I hurt it with a round kick to the mat. (Yes, curl the toes back. I hear you TKD black belt blog buddy, CM.) That class was immediately followed by Jiu-Jitsu, because Monday nights rock, where I further hurt the toe in ways unknown.

There are a lot of newbies in class now, so at the end, Instructor said, “This is the hardest class, so if it seemed difficult, don’t worry. It gets easier.” Having done the last class in the curriculum, Double Underhook Pass from the Guard, I question the veracity of his statement. (Oooh, veracity. I should use that one on ET.)

Because there are so many newbies, Instructor basically ignores me. As he did the rounds, I heard, “Nice, uh huh, good Betsy,” as he glanced my way for a second. At that moment, I know I was doing the move clumsily at best. Haha. Instructor and I never get to talk anymore. It feels like we’re no longer friends, which makes me sad, but, oh well. Making friends isn’t the primary objective, but it’s a nice perk.

Before class started, one guy had all the cards, leafing through to find his. I stood nearby, waiting. He found mine first and handed it to me. I hadn’t yet officially met him, but I suppose everyone knows the name of The Girl. I thanked him and said, “Help me out. ‘Arthur,’ right?” He nodded and smiled. See? Making friends. But I mostly stink at names. Twice I’ve been greeted by name by others, and I asked their name only to realize…

“Shoot. We’ve already met, haven’t we?”

“It was a long time ago,” one graciously said.

There was a new kid in class. By kid I mean 11 or 12. I wasn’t surprised when Instructor put the mom with the kid. I got to do a bit of teaching. After class, his mom, who had been sitting off to the side, thanked me.

There were no Wall Drills this time, thankfully. Maybe Instructor thought the demographic was too new for WDs to be effective. I was okay with that. I need more time to prepare.

Now, to end on a high note, here’s something funny I saw this morning.

This bank looks pretty secure.

Thank you all for continuing to share this journey with me. I so appreciate you!

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    • I totally meant to bandage up! Hopefully I’ll remember next time. No one wants to see my whiter than white arms, so unlikely to be wearing a tank top. But at least it’s mostly my shoulders anyhow. Who gets spousal abuse on their shoulders? It would actually crack me up if someone asked. You so know that I would share about it on here! πŸ˜›

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  1. “Because I simply refuse to wear the thick hot heavy gi top, much to Jiu-Jitsu purple belt blog buddy Tom’s consternation, I knew my shoulders were going to take a hit.”

    Prince John, as depicted in Disney’s classic Robin Hood, said it best, “Permit me a cruel chuckle…hahahaha”

    One day you’ll commit to the Kimono… one day. I can wait.

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      • Wow for 55! 93 is weird for here now. Today it’s supposed to be 94, but our house, thankfully, does a good job of keeping the heat out. Then, strangely, it’s supposed to drop to 76 tomorrow! That’s a huge drop in a day for around here, but I’ll be grateful for it! Maybe I’ll even wear the gi top to class because, brrr. πŸ˜‰

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  2. I know this is semantics but PULL your toes back not curl them back. 😌

    The shoulder burns look wicked. Not in a good way. Just how curiosity how would you bandage your shoulders? Perhaps the heavy gi will be a good choice from now on? Hmmm?? πŸ™‚

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  3. Yikes. Your fighting bruises reminds me of the movie “Atomic Blonde,” where Charlize Theron’s spy character would get so beat up after fighting other spies, she would take ice baths. Take care, Keith

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    • I thought of that! Not because I’ve seen the movie, but because someone mentioned that here in a comment some time ago. Maybe it was you! πŸ™‚ And when I take my hot shower and it stings, I think, maybe I should do an ice bath instead! Ha. Thanks, Keith!

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  4. That looks painful, Bets. I like the ice pix, too. But I’d like it in a really big glass, surrounded by alcohol.

    A thought: why not have a ju-ju t-shirt contest?

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    • It’s actually not that painful. And the bruises on my arms I don’t even feel. I only notice them in the mirror.

      I like your idea of a use for that ice!

      Funny you mention the t-shirt contest idea. Did you think of that because of reading others’ comments? I was thinking of doing a post mentioning the different t-shirt ideas.

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  5. Lol, you are a hoot! I used to say I needed to be near the equator in order to tan. Now, I buy my tan from a bottle but try not be an Orange Person.
    P.S. I’m glad to learn you are not young enough to be my child!

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    • The scary thing is, I worry I’m old enough to be Instructor’s mom. When his dad came to class (“Blue Eyes”) I thought, “Wow, he looks young. What if he’s actually younger than me?!” He could’ve had Instructor when he was quite young. I hope not.

      You may need to share your secret on the non-orange person bottled stuff. I’m really pathetic looking in that department. Then again, a tan might hide my awesome bruises. πŸ˜‰

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  6. Shrimping, huh? What kind of shrimping? You can barbecue it, boil it, broil it, bake it, saute it. There’s shrimp-kabobs, shrimp creole, shrimp gumbo. Pan fried, deep fried, stir-fried. There’s pineapple shrimp, lemon shrimp, coconut shrimp, pepper shrimp, shrimp soup, shrimp stew, shrimp salad, shrimp and potatoes, shrimp burger, shrimp sandwich. That’s about it.

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  7. You need to get one of those snow cone ice maker machines. That way you could just grab a handful of ice and slap it on where ever needed or just fill a bathtub full and lay down it in. I checked on Amazon and I think you’ll need the $500 machine, not those wimpy $50 ones – they wouldn’t make enough ice.

    sorry I haven’t replied sooner, but when I saw the first picture I passed out and have just regain conciseness …

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    • Andrew, I’m so sorry to have made you pass out. I hope you didn’t bump your head on the way down. And thank you for saving me the time of researching snow cone machines. Now I know to avoid the wimpy $50 ones. πŸ™‚

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