I am typing this with one ice pack on my toe, and the other on my cheek. I will have a black eye tomorrow.
I took another Jujitsu class. The last time I took one was in December. That time I was tapped out 7 times in five minutes, and left with a sprained toe that hampered me through the ski season.
I did much better this time. It took me four minutes to be tapped out out five times, and even less time to re-sprain my toe. It was hard not to continue for that fifth minute, as I felt I was denying my opponent his shot at the record, but I really want to have a good ski season this time around.
I don’t have to get tapped out so much. I could sit and play patty cake with the guy like everyone suggests, denying him anything to grab on to. But that’s no fun for anybody. My grand tactic is to attack with full force enough times to wear them out. (If you are having trouble visualizing, it might help to imagine me yelling “I am Godzilla, you are
It’s great fun, but I think I may have to give up the sport.
Ran into Ill Will at the Gym. He was excited to hear that Hatton was coming to town. I think I will host a pre-fight party or something. Something.







