Altered states

Okay, I don't know what's up with my detergent, but it must be made by the people at High Times magazine. This week, two different teammates have pulled me aside to ask if I "lit up" before class. Apparently my gi smells like weed.

I'm not just saying this because my parents read my blog: I don't smoke pot before class. I don't smoke pot period. A long long time ago, I may have been known to consider thinking about being in the same room as people who may or may not have smoked pot, but in recent years I don't do it. Of course, it is fun to recognize the smell and trace the source, especially because frequently the source is inconsistent with the stereotypical profile (men and women in power suits, older married couples, etc). But for the record, I don't smoke and train. Friends would never let me do that.

Things are starting to get crazy around here. More and more people are pouring into LA for the Mundial, which starts tomorrow with white and blue belts divisions. I compete in my weight class on Friday, and then the women's purple belt open is on Saturday. Various friends and teammates are competing all weekend, so it's gonna be a long 4 days.

I worked yesterday although I normally don't on Tuesdays. The BJJ Federation, which is running the competition, set up its headquarters at the store to do bracketing and other preparation. The phone rang more all day than it normally does in a week. And more people came into the store who normally come in in a week. Plus, we got a huge shipment of gis and other gear. So I spent the day unloading boxes and fielding calls.

There's also a crapload of guys staying at the academy, and more coming all the time. People trained some in the evening. I watched. I've been feeling weary the past couple days, so I've been catching up on my sleep and just taking it really easy. So I should be in good shape for Friday. I'm excited! More to come.