Competition eve

Okay, so no staph. That’s good. My leg still looks gross, but at least gross isn’t contagious. Friends of New Breed are in town for the competition tomorrow, including Daren, a purple belt under Ralph Gracie, and Papa John, a brown belt under Carlos Gracie. Daren was just accepted to the Abu Dhabi trials (along with Johnny) in October. That’s pretty bad ass, especially because their division is stacked with lots of talent. Papa John is 58 years old, has been training for only 4 years, and is now part of the ruling class of BJJ. He knows everyone and has all kinds of ideas for how to streamline rules and regulations. He also has that old man strength and some crazy moves that he just invented, so sparring with him is like sparring with a tornado. A bony, trash-talking, painful tornado.

The competition is tomorrow. There are only 4 purple belt women registered to compete: me, Giselle, and two others. So I’m thinking they’ll just collapse the weight classes and have us compete like it’s an open division. I’m nervous. I trained yesterday and SUUUUUUCKED. I felt like I couldn’t do anything and like I don’t know anything about jiu jitsu. I don’t feel like training today, but there’s an open mat going on right now, and once I get out there I’ll probably feel better. Probably.

Maybe it’s time for me to get an office job again.

Maybe not.