BJJ life in the uncomfort zone.
Between getting rid of my cast and another lockdown, I lived through my first period of training regularly without sparring since my beginner's course. Went to classes, saw some guys called Josh and Priit, and did a bit of actual drilling.
My leg is still a work in progress, as is my mind. We also find out if watching other people do BJJ teaches you anything.
I didn't have time to write for a while: I was too busy training and was commended on my progress. Even better: I had noticed it myself that I had become slightly less horrible at some of my weak points. My guard had become slightly more difficult to pass, for one. Now I finally have time, as I'm not allowed to move my right leg until November.
A non-binary fat disabled hapless BJJ white belt has returned to the mat after being vaccinated. What could possibly go wrong?
A semi-wistful reflection on doing stuff more than thinking about stuff you would like to do. Also I’m still alive.
There’s still a bit of a pandemic going round, so my sparring days are pretty limited at the moment. But during the brief respite Finnish contamination statistics offered during the summer, I managed to roll with a game plan. Or a limited repertoire of techniques, depending on how you look at it.
I still train, and try to improve very specific techniques for a change.
First bit of BJJ in three months. The joy of flailing and possibly finally learning the triangle.
Gym reopens, local non-binary is forced to decide on stuff.
My "exercise" "regime" for pandemic times is going better than I suspected.