Which famous person, alive or dead, would you fight? I’m not asking who you dislike or despise. Who would be a good match up for you? Vote in the poll!
As far as my opponent? I’d fight this guy:
A Sherdog post got me thinking about the astronomical drop out rate of jiu jitsu students. It has to be over 90%! I have been training for two and a half years, and have seen truck loads of new faces come and go. WHY?
Any other reasons you can think of? Price? Close contact with sweaty men? Ring worm/impetigo/staph?????
The DragonEagles are out of hibernation. Well, a few of us anyway. This hellish training (Pain in the Parking Lot) is done at Competitive Edge Fitness in Ogden. Thanks Arlo!
I’ve been eating right since my last post. It’s amazing how much better I feel and function eating good foods. The cravings for junk are a bitch, but the DragonEagles are coming out of hibernation tomorrow. No place for mediocrity. Hopefully I’ll have some footage of this most mythical beast in action.
For those that are interested, here’s a pretty standard day for me this week:
8:00 a.m. Whole Wheat Toast with Adam’s PB and sugarless jam. V8 Fusion. Enough vitamins to rival an AIDS patient.
11:00 a.m. Pasta Slop (1/2 cup Barella Omega 3 noodles, 1/2 cup sun dried tomatoes, 1/2 cup fire roasted tomatoes, a bunch of Basil, and 1 tbsp olive oil) plus 8 oz. chicken breast.
1:00 p.m. 44 gram protein shake
3:00 p.m. Pasta Slop and Chicken Breast again (slightly less quantity) and an apple.
5:00 p.m. Hit the weights and run
6:30 p.m. 44 gram protein shake/Creatine shake
10:30 p.m. 1/2 cup cottage cheese, 1/2 tbsp Adams PB, and Splenda (not too bad, actually)
…and this weekend I ate an eighth grader’s body weight in deep fried, Crisco coated, caramelized, candied cakes. I tipped the scales at a very soft 211, and was sluggish all day. My joints are giving me perpetual reminders that I weigh too much, and my training partners reminded me of this by rolling my pudgy ass around the mats all day. You are what you eat, indeed.
I need to weigh 190 by April 24th, because that’s the date of the second annual Northwest Submission Challenge! Last year, I started cutting four weeks out, and I was weighing only 200 at that point. If I don’t turn things around today, there is no way I’m making weight. I’ll be stuck competing with the big dudes, and at a higher skill level than last year.
My plan is to allow myself one to two cheat meals per week for the next three weeks. If all goes well, I should be just above 200 at about three weeks out. Back in the saddle, baby!
My wife’s been out of town for a few days now. Aside from missing her company, being bored, and having a hot woman to ogle, I’ve noticed other symptoms of her absence.
Things are dirty.
The sheets on the bed are twisted incomprehensibly.
The poodles are scruffy and stinky.
I’m scruffy and stinky.
The damn WALLS are scruffy and stinky.
Dishes are piling up.
Laundry is piling on top of the dishes.
Garbage is piling on top of the laundry.
Beetles are feeding on the garbage.
I’m feeding on beetles.
The dogs are feeding on me.
Something has to give. Wednesday night can’t come soon enough. Look at my damn house; it’s been four days!
Ben Call, a Justin Ellison black belt, is having a seminar this Saturday (March 6th) at 1 p.m. at Foley’s MMA. My instructor, Corey, told me Ben was pretty good and the seminar would be worth it. Ben came to Corey’s class tonight, and taught/trained.
Let me make this clear. Show up Saturday! He explains technique thoroughly, which is a plus if you’re a nonathletic block head like me. He’s also damn good, as the one time I rolled with him he absolutely shit canned me. It wasn’t just a thrashing, the guy pulled out some Harlem Globetrotter Jiu Jitsu. It was like an And1 mix tape, but for grappling and without the ghetto announcer yelling: “Yeeeaaaaahhhh Booiii!!!” over some crunk rap garbage.
See you there.
I’m on a team of 12 people that will run 180 miles in the Red Rock Relay. I have to run three “legs” in 24 hours, averaging 3 to 5 miles. I took the easy runs, but good hell! That’s still about 12 miles I have to run in a day!
Look, I am a weight lifter and jiu jitsu guy. Not a runner! I’m a little anxious, but that’s good. I’ve wrote before about challenging myself before, so I better man up and start training. The cool thing is I’ll be running through stuff like this:
Westside Jiu-Jitsu owner, Mark, came up with the Seven Deadly Sins of Jiu-Jitsu. For a detailed description, click the link and go to his blog.
In short, they are:
I’ve probably been guilty of all of these at some point, but I definitely commit some sins more than others (see sins 3, 5, and 6). A few weeks back, I unwittingly prompted Mark to come up with the list by committing the third sin. One of the purple belts, Chris, had mount or something and apparently I flailed around like a seizure victim trying to escape. Thus, the list of sins was born. It’s a pretty unfortunate way to contribute to jiu jitsu knowledge, but to hell with it. Some poor sap had to screw up enough to generate the original Cardinal Sins, so I guess I’m just doing my part.
The point I’m trying to get to is Miles (another Dragon Eagle/friend) had cross body on me. Mark took note of my apparent composure, and complimented me on it. I didn’t commit sin 3! The problem, however, is Mark’s compliment was delivered not 10 seconds after Miles pulled some ninja shit and choked me out.
Baby steps, I guess.