I forced myself to go to BJJ last night. I just don’t feel like being there. Conversely, I want to be good at it. LOL. These two things clash. So I went. I always feel like the odd man out. I’m not really friends with any of the guys. We’re just teammates/training partners. I can’t really see myself hanging out with anyone in the club outside of work. There’s too much of an age gap I think. I don’t know…
Anyways, I made myself go. I didn’t do too much drilling. Just little bits and we practiced a couple of lockflows. I was just kind of running through the motions, you know? Eventually we got to rolling. Professor wanted to roll. He really only likes to do gi. I had mine in my bag, so I put on the jacket and belt and gave him a go. He’s massive and insanely strong. I had to focus on feeling where he was trying to make me go and use that momentum to do what I wanted. It worked ok. I managed to get mount and threatened an Americana. I was working a cross choke when the sweep came, but had an arm and I turned it in to an armbar attempt. I spent the last-minute or two of the roll on the bottom. I was able to escape all attempts at submission. Phew!
My second match was against a lower skilled opponent. I quickly transitioned through positions and go my one sub. For the rest of the roll I would put myself in bad spots and work my way out. I worked out of a head and arm choke, rear naked choke, and a triangle choke.
The third and fourth matches were against Sean. I think I did ok. I threatened a couple of arm bars and kimuras. I also went for a shoulder crank from guard. I was moving pretty well. I got caught in a couple of darce chokes. On the first one, I could feel myself going to sleep. I wanted to let it go and have a nap, but my hand involuntarily tapped just as the blackness started to take me. It was blurry and I lay there for a minute. Nobody seemed that concerned so I just kept going.
Final match was against Jay. After 20 minutes, I had nothing left to offer really. So I just worked on escaping his attacks. i couldn’t keep up with his speed. We were both slippery as fuck as well. He went for a couple of anacondas and guillotines, but I managed to get out.
Today I am sore and tired…
The end.
Mountains to Mats 
Rock on, brother.
Love it!