Last night was Judo. And I suck.
Well, I think the proper, colloquial term is 'trainwreck' - which is so very appropriate I'd like to have it stitched on my gi.
I'm getting better. Actually, I feel like I'm in one of those rare surges of improvement, when things are starting to click like mad, synopses are firing, and all of a sudden I'm rolling and I can
see what to do. I might not actually be
able to, but I can
see the path. Its something.
Its taken a long time to get there. I've been training judo for almost a year. Am trying to keep perspective: judo is
hard, I learn particularly slow, and even the top folks have trainwrecks on a regular basis. And, sadly enough, though I've been doing karate for about eight years - I
still feel like an idiot most of the time there. So I suspect the idiot-trainwreck syndrome is likely to stick for quite awhile yet in the martial arts that I'm even newer to.
That's okay. I imagine I'll stick with it until I'm too broken not to.
So last night, judo:
Spent the first half of the class, per normal, working on throws. That thing where we get in a line and everyone throws everyone else once each, until everyone has been thrown by everyone else. Which is a marvelous drill, because you get to watch all the different throws that folks can pull out of their pockets. I was pleased to find that - though I still don't know what the throws I'm doing are
called (I'm horrible with the Japanese) - I remember more of them than I thought I did. I didn't do a different throw each time, but nearly.
And, since a girl grows on feedback, I was v. pleased to receive both praise & pointers.
Am trying to think more about what throws work for what type of partner. In general, I'm going to be shorter than everyone else. I think I am shorter than near about - no, wait,
am shorter than
everyone else in class. One of the things my instructor mentioned was: Sarah, you need to DROP every throw. It'll be really interesting to try. Being so low to the ground, it's a lot harder for those tall folks to fight if I drop, and, as he said "suddenly, their head is a lot closer to the ground than they intended." I really like hip throws - heck, they're fun - but I already know that I'd have to be
really fast, on target, and powerful to make them work with almost anyone I'm playing with. Because if I'm slow, I've just presented my back to a guy who is liable to take the opportunity and crush me. If I'm not fast enough, or on target enough, there is no way I'll be able to leverage a larger opponent. Sad as it is, I'm thinking that, practically, I'm better off with sweeps and counter throws. I have a lot of fun when I wait for someone to try to throw
me, and take advantage of their motion. I'm still too much of a trainwreck to be able to throw by my own kizuuush.
In grappling we worked on counters to someone trying to pass from guard to side-control. Knee-to-belly-like. Which is delightful, because I've had enough knees in my belly and (a) its really uncomfortable & almost painful and (b) that's one of those moments when I realize how much size, weight, and strength others have on me, so I tend to feel pretty damn helpless. But
no more!
Now I have the option to do a fairly complicated block with my knee, grab, post, and roll. Which is, you know, something. And, with enough practice, might actually work. Though frankly - my ability to catch their ankle
as their knee is sliding across my belly - seems pretty unlikely. An end goal, really. More interesting to me was the idea that if I can get control of someone's ankle - however and whyever - I can roll with it and get my own side-control. With bonus
nah-nah-nah-I'vegotyourleg. Which is always nice.
Randori - free-rolling - was mostly an exercise in futility. Rolled first with StrongMan. Who I'd been partnered with all class, and has a demonstrated ability to crush everyone in class, including the instructors. Which is - ya know - awesome. Except for when you're the one being crushed. Or, well - that's pretty awesome too, all said, but still. I'm not sure I was able to manage a single thing. He has this frustrating tendency to keep his arms locked and extended during standing, which makes it pretty impossible to get in for a throw. Sometimes I just want to scream "
loosen up!!" Its
working for him, which is even more frustrating - he has enough strength that he can strong-arm almost anyone to the ground (
push me, you know you want to!) - but its a lot easier for
both of us if he relaxes and flows into a throw, rather than yanking and jerking and being all angular and strong.
It probably bothers me because I'm a girl, so I'm all about flowing into throws - there's no way I can strong-arm
anyone. I sometimes have to (or, well, want to) remind StrongMan that just because he
can pick me up and slam me down doesn't mean he
should - or that it is an actual technique. Sometimes I'm glad I'm not a guy - I think guys, especially working with women, have to learn how
not to use their strength. Or, we hope they do. They don't automatically go for technique - their instinct is often
yank!pull! Because otherwise, it gets kind of ridiculous. Yes, you can crush me(/carry me/yank me/drag me/push me/pick me up) - no, that isn't judo - unless it actually
is judo - then, by all means, crush away.
This time - well, when we were on the ground - it was technique
plus strength, so I was totally on board. To get my ass kicked. Over and over and over again. I'm teaching myself to tap when I'm well & truly trapped - even if it doesn't hurt, or I can breathe. In large part because joint locks don't cause me pain (I'm a freak) but that doesn't mean it isn't working. I might be overthinking things - I'm not as easygoing about it as I was even a few weeks ago, but that's probably also my mood. Am more moody & subdued right now than in general, and so that comes out in things like my rolling. So I'm not moving as freely as I usually do, and I'm giving up sooner, and getting frustrated faster. Don't like it - am waiting for my mood to swing back to normal.
Also rolled with a newer woman - she's been there for only a month or two, I think, so she's still trying to figure out how free-rolling works. Hell, so am I - and I only
just got to where things are starting to make sense. So our roll was really a head-on train collision. You know, where no one is managing anything at all because its all
spazzball!! and we're all
collide! Haha. I was trying not to dominate - the last time we rolled, it was one of the first times I had a
click! moment and was seeing all these pathways, so it was all Sarah!chokes, Sarah!bars, Sarah!sweeps - which isn't very helpful for
her as she tries to learn. But in my effort to not dominate - backing off & being compliant - she didn't manage to get anything, and I didn't manage to
let her figure anything out. I wanted to say
slow down! because we end up in these crazy positions when folks are all
gottadoSOMETHINGhelllp! rather than
hmm, what do I do now? Which is the attitude I'm working really hard to grow. And only occasionally manage.
Tonight, karate:
Friday nights I have the option of either going to Krav Maga and open mat (for judo/krav/grappling), or karate. Different schools. I'm a huge fan of open mat - it lets me work on whatever I need to work on, at my own speed. And krav is a good experience all around. But tonight I'm hitting karate instead. My karate instructor (this one) has been out of town for a month and just got back. Wednesdays and Fridays are usually one-on-one practices. Occasionally, someone else joins us, but usually its just the two of us. We have a plan to work on advanced kata tonight, and I'm working on changing things with my stances (and keeping krav out of how I kick).
Mostly I want to go tonight because I'm nervous about Saturday. I haven't trained at my Shihan's school since the snow fell - October or early November. The school is out of town and my bike just can't take the snow or the cold. I don't drive. But one of the folks that trains in town with me on Tuesdays offered to carpool me out there on Saturdays. And I accepted, of course - the Big Dojo has fifteen times as many people and the HeadHancho teaching, so it is definitely the place to go, when you can. But it makes me nervous enough to have belly-gripes. I've only been at this school since June. When I came, they asked me to still wear my rank - my black belt - but I've always felt like a fraud. I'm not ranked in their style, and I'm still trying to figure out how to switch to their style. Besides that I generally feel like an idiot
period.
But their Shihan (now, I guess,
my Shihan too) is really intimidating, and I'd really like to make a good impression - show him that these last few months of working at the other dojo, with his other teachers, has resulted in a New!&Improved! Sarah. I want to make my instructors - like the Sensei I've been working one-on-one with since June - look good.
In all likelihood, as soon as the Shihan looks at me, I'll spazz out, panic, and forget how to punch. But still.
So tonight I'm headed to karate to see if I can grow some confidence for tomorrow.