Over the past while I’ve been coming across too many posts, articles and headlines, all with one word in common “suicide”. From neighbours, to my favourite actors, to my fellow BJJ players, Young girls, Old men, Sons, Fathers, Daughters, it seems to be something that affects people from every walk of life.
Talking about this is always difficult, Continue reading
Our wee Champions
It’s been almost a year since my last entry, I took a little turn for the worse emotionally back then and needed to take a break from nearly everything that wasn’t school or training. After several months of study, work, train, sleep and repeat, it’s gotten better. A lot has happened in the time since I last wrote, I aced my exams, I picked up extra work around the gym, I now help teach the wee ninjas class at our club. Between 18 and 30 kids aged 5 to 12, training has been better that ever and in the same time I have also achieved my blue belt and a few stripes to go with it. It was all going so well and I’ve been so busy, I forgot to write about it, but I figured I have a few days free, let’s see if we can get this going again. Continue reading
I’m back in college at the moment, writing is the last thing on my mind at the end of a long day. But, I wanted to put something out there. Something I’ve had on the back-burner for I while. Continue reading
Back to training, finally. Drilling after getting back was exhausting, I took up the rip 60 / tabata class before Bjj to get some extra conditioning in, and though overall I’d been feeling better and better, today I just felt drained. I wanted to put my all into every technique, to be completely focused, but though the spirit was willing the flesh was spongy and bruised.
Woke up this morning with my throat a little sore. Being the idiot I am I chalked it up to dehydration as I hadn’t drank very much the previous day. I got up drank the biggest glass of water I could find, felt much better and went about my day as normal. Heading to training I felt fantastic, I pounded out my warm up rip 60 class no problem, but as it wound to an end and Bjj class was about to start, I felt kind of off, weak and a little shaky. Of course I drew the conclusion that it was due to lack of proper hydration again, or maybe I was low energy because I’d no food, so I grabbed a glucose sweet from my bag drank some more water and tried to shake it off. Continue reading
Rolling as the smallest person. Weight 55kg / 123 lbs
It sucks, absolutely, no question. I consider it “doing well” if, during a roll, I’m not simultaneously crushed and squeezed, whilst being tossed around like a rag doll. I’m not talking about being beaten by skill, that’s one thing. This is like hitting a brick wall, those times you’re sure the person you’re rolling with is actively trying to dismantle you, even if they’re not. Continue reading
I’ve wanted to start a diary for a long time. The thing is, my life was so dull, I could never really think of anything to write about. I couldn’t have it be filled with entry’s like “woke up, ate grey porridge for breakfast, need better seed mix than chia. Went about my business, nothing interesting happened. Skipped lunch, ate dinner, watched t.v. for a while, and went to bed. The end.” It’s over before it begins. Who would want to read that? I don’t and I wrote it. Continue reading
When I first started Bjj, it was by accident. I didn’t really want to go, but my boyfriend at the time insisted. It took him about a month of nagging to finally break me down and I went. I couldn’t refuse as he’d made me pinkie promise not to back out. I strive to be an honourable person (I am, in theory) and I couldn’t break that promise. Continue reading