OK, fine, there’s a snowstorm and whatever and I’m finally wearing my stupid tights like a normal person. Yes, I’m toasty warm, but at what cost? Nothing but the price of the tights, you may say, but no! There is more! There is also my dignity!
My first quiet-reference-shift update of the year! On account of the aforementioned snowstorm, there is absolutely no one here. I am also looking at a giant orange tarp, because construction has finally migrated its way on down to the worst of all places, a place where I can see it.
Some very awesome grappling today. We learned an absolutely brutal new choke called the North-South choke. I was the dummy at first, so I experienced it, like, six times before I ever saw it. The only parts I knew were what happened to the opponent. I was trying to be helpful to my partners later, but the steps I knew were, “grab her armpit, push off her hip, then terrible pain.” Seriously, it somehow manages to cut off your blood and your air and it is so mean.
Then in rolling, I managed to successfully use a choke I learned today (not the mean one) without any prompting or helpful instructions from anyone. Hoorah! If you want some TMI from rolling, well here’s some of that! I got an awesome new Under Armour sportsbra that zips up in the front (the baddest-assed sportsbra around), which is great for absolutely everything in sporting world except, as it turns out, twisting and turning against an opponent in grappling. Last week after I finished rolling, I realized I had come completely undone. This was near the end of the ladies’ class, too, when the men start coming in for the next class, so I had to rush into the bathroom to, you know, collect myself. So this week I was prepared with an extra, old sportsbra over top of my wonderful new one, to protect the zipper and also act as insurance.
(If sportsbras were a high school Under Armour would beat up Lululemon. I’m not saying that’s morally right, I’m just saying it would happen. Maybe Lululemon was texting mean things, and so much prettier, jealousies arose. … This dumbass scenario is going to be in my head for days. If you see me looking aloof and thoughtful, know that I am not thinking of philosophers or great books, no, I am detailing the petty dramas that would lead to an imaginary smack-down between anthropomorphized pieces of lingerie. If you see me crying, it’s because high school is hard.)
Tomorrow doesn’t have any fitness planned, which isn’t too bad, because I did just do three days in a row and I’m going to try to get to the Tuesday night kickboxing, too. Maybe I’ll try hulahooping during that online class I have. I don’t know how involved online classes are, do I have to sit and type or can I just watch the screen? Who am I asking here? Oh well! I am in some pain today, but the important thing is that my calves don’t hurt. Seriously, for the love of God, I hate it the most when my calves hurt. That why my stretching routine is pretty much all calf-oriented and nothing else, because I have a poor grasp of the concept of, well, “reality”, really. (It hurts when I sneeze or laugh, by the way, so the abs did their part. Nobody give me any pepper or witticisms!)