This week I may have overdone training a little bit. In total, I had 7,5 hours on the mats, which is about twice as much as normally. Yesterday and today I did a double-class, and I just weighed myself and I'm 89,8 kg. I haven't been below 90 kg in ten years! Sure, I still need to eat and I am probably siriously dehydrated. :)
There are several of the people that I train with that have fights coming up on the 27th. (Tom, Mirek, Hanna, Arshin and Leen.) So everyone is now in "fight camp" mode so classes are a little more intense than normally. And by "little" I mean "a lot." Ugh, this is why I don't compete!
Anyway, tired now.
Last night, I had my first real injury from doing BJJ; I dislocated my left shoulder. We were rolling, I was on my back, my opponent in half-guard, I had an underhook on the half-guard side and I was moving to take his back. Basics. Then he underhooked my other arm, pulled it up -- and here is where it gets a little foggy -- I think he tried to do a weird modified straight armbar, where he put my hand on his shoulder and tried to press against the elbow of my outstretched arm. A little confusing -- also for me -- but the end result is that I felt something pop in my shoulder and a shooting pain ran along my arm. I hadn't tapped yet, but he felt my arm go limp so he put me on my back again, at which point I decided to tap. He got off me and asked me if I was okay, and I couldn't move my arm anymore. I looked at my shoulder and saw that it was a few centimeters lower than it should be. My teacher came up and before I could protest popped my arm back in. That hurt more than it popping out. I iced it for the remainder of the class and inspected it to find no bruising or swelling. I took a painkiller and that was that.
Today I woke up and I found I had a lot more mobility in my shoulder. I can even left my arm a bit again. I don't think it will take long for this to be healed, but still it sucks.
Everyone needs some jiu jitsu in their lives. (Or Catch As Catch Can, or Submission Wrestling, or Shoot Fighting, or whatever.)
Shinya Aoki is widely considered to be one of the best submission artists in Japan. While people are still able to get his number when they can keep him from closing the distance and taking him down in MMA, or even nullifying his BJJ with strong wrestling, his highlight reel is still filled with a plethora of amazing submissions.
Recently, someone told me that I was being a big puss-cake for complaining about my injuries on Facebook. In order to avoid that happening again, I thought I'd just complain about it here. You see, I have to complain to someone and seeing as how I don't like to complain to anyone, I'll just do it here. If you're here to read what I have to say, you've automatically waived whatever rights you thought you had to be protected from my whinging.
I've always been prone to certain injuries, mostly to my ankles, which are notoriously volatile. Ever since I was about six or seven years old, since the first time I twisted my ankle, I have had to be careful with my ankles. I've torn the ligaments perhaps a dozen times in both feet, and with every time it seems to be getting worse. I'm also getting older, which in turn means that I recuperate less fast and I deal with the injuries for a longer time.
The unflattering photo of my foot here was from two months ago, when, while defending a takedown during a Shooto class, I miss-stepped and tore the ligaments in my right foot. It was very painful and I can still hear the muffled crunch of my ankle giving way when I think about it (and subsequently have to stop myself from getting nauseous.) The pain is one thing, but the aftermath is far, far worse.
I've been taking it easy, training a little bit but not doing anything crazy; little wrestling, little judo, mostly ground work and stand-up. And yet, even after having had a month of little training and quite a bit of relaxation, it only takes one afternoon of heavy lifting while I help someone move their belongings to a new apartment and I'm back to square one. It's not like I can't jump, or draw a short sprint or, you know, do heavy lifting, but it just hurts.
Last week I decided to go back to training and thinking that perhaps BJJ wasn't the greatest idea due to all the wrestling, I thought I'd start out with Sanda (kickboxing). While the training was very light, and mostly focussed on technique rather than conditioning, my back blew out three minutes into the warm-up. Being stupid, I continued training and by the end of the two hour class I was crippled. The following day I had a lot of trouble even getting out of bed, and my back was stiff and painful. That evening, however, I joined Eva for "a few drinks" and I didn't feel my back at all during that time. (Probably on the count of the bottle-and-a-half of wine I had consumed.) The next day my back felt better and it continued to get better. I'm not sure what to think about this, but I'm not going to question it. I'll take it easy for another week or two and see if I can start doing some stuff again.
In the meantime, my buddy Jim is going to have a kickboxing match this friday evening. (Low kicks and all!) Very excited. Hopefully he'll do better than the last two people I rooted for; Marloes Coenen and Melvin Manhoef.