Una, Dos, Tres...Fuck.

Today's rolling was rough. My skills in bjj are very limited, much like my spanish counting skills. I'm fine up to a certain point, and then BAM, everything is gone. I know there's a diez in there somewhere, just like I know that when you're in someone's open-guard, you should have control of their legs. Details--the things you always remember until you actually need them. Having said that, I'm getting a bit better at squirming my way out of tough situations (i.e. being put into a triangle, or an arm-bar, or getting mounted) versus my old way of fighting back, which mostly consisted of me lying still and silently freaking out. Additionally, I've been able to implement some of the more basic defenses and passes when rolling. I had a couple small accomplishments today, but they felt giant. All I wanted was to look up and see my coach standing there with a big grin or a thumbs-up or a "good job, kid." None of those things happened. Instead, after doing a successful sweep or a moderately tight gi-choke, I had my "fuck" moment. I could feel my grips getting weaker in the choke and blanked. I had gotten my opponent off her base, was in mount, and I blanked. I had counted to 3 and was forgetting how to say the next number. I guess counting to 3 is better than no counting at all, but I'm impatient and competitive and would like to be at 300 already. Oh well. All in good time, I suppose.

Update 1: Eat Weights
    I tried a pre-workout powder called SuperPump Max. After drinking the equivalent of two tablespoons, I felt nauseous and tired; I didn't drink anymore and threw out the rest. No more pre-workout stuff. I don't really need the extra boost, and my stomach is happier without it.

Update 2: The 1500
    The 1500 was indeed attempted, though my version was more like a 750. I did half the reps of each exercise excluding the pullups and the box jumps (I don't have access to a bar or a box at home). Even without those two exercises, the workout was decent to say the least. It's been two days and my quads have not forgotten about the lunges or the squat jumps.

Lastly, I'm going to LA tomorrow. I've been looking forward to this trip for quite some time. Why don't I sound excited? Because I have an unhealthy relationship with my gym. The more I go there, the happier I tend to be. What does this have to do with LA? Let me tell you. While I'm sure there are plenty of great gyms out there, my gym is located here in the Dirty South. And I will be without it for a week. This means no boxing, no kickboxing, no bjj, no hanging out with super awesome gym people. I imagine I'll have a bit of gym withdrawal, but a week shouldn't be too bad. Sans gym I'm hoping to keep up training by running everyday and doing more rounds of the 1500/750. Traveling always seems to mess up my training, but I'm hoping that won't happen this time. If Mulan could pull off pretending to be a man in order to train, I can definitely find the time and place for a good workout. Yeah, that's right, I just need to channel my inner Mulan. I need to be a man(n).