I’m not sure if I’m grittily determined or borderline stupid but I definitely warrant psychology investigation.
Some evenings, I visit or ‘check on’ (my mother hates this concept) my parents before jujitsu class. As I walked toward their door yesterday, I felt tired and achy. I’ve not really taken a break from training this year. I’ve sought out classes when in California. I drove back from Rhode Island for regular classes when vacationing at the beach. Heck, I even went to classes with a separated shoulder. Now it was the end of soccer season and I was feeling tired from coaching, raking leaves, carrying air conditioners to various garages and trying to keep up at work. In addition to my lack of energy, I now had a sore knee to go along with my chronically achy shoulders. Even as I headed down the road toward class, I toyed with the idea of just turning toward home and a long night’s rest.
Of course, I turned toward class. Heck, it was a Tuesday. Probably a class full of white and yellow belts. I’d probably get lucky and spend the bulk of the evening doing lower chart Newaza and hardly breaking a sweat.
It worked out exactly the opposite.
Attendees were Sensei, Sempai Jake, Sempai Ryan, Mega Chris (brown), Oz the Wizard (blue), Joelbow (blue) and myself (blue). I knew that the make-up of the class would mean that Sensei didn’t have to focus on the lower charts. He was going to have fun with this more senior group and he didn’t disappoint. Everything had a unique twist to it including Ukemi where we did rolls while running. On some of the forward rolls, we also had to pick up a pistol and a club as we flew across the mat.
We did far too many variations to recount here but I’ll note a few to demonstrate the level of peril. The craziest was a Kata Guruma variation. On a typical version, you over-hook the opponent’s right arm with your left, drop to your right knee, move your head under and against the back of the opponent’s right arm, grasp the opponent’s right leg and then slide your left leg away to initiate the throw. In one of last night’s variation, you went under the opponent’s arm but didn’t drop to a knee. Instead you lifted the Uke unto your shoulder and then threw them over your shoulder and onto the mat behind you. As the Uke, this meant you were dropping blindly from shoulder height. I’m guessing this is five feet or more in most cases. When it was first demonstrated to us, I think we all thought, ‘Does he really expect us to do that?’ He did. Several times.
We also did a variation on Kubi Nage Otoshi. This is typically done so that the Uke is facing toward the fall. On the version we did last evening, we used an elbow strike and then spun to complete the throw while facing the opposite direction of the Uke. You reached across their chest to hold their gi collar, brought them to the ground with the throw, grasped their head to pull them back around to the knees and then took their back to complete a choke.
We did lots of variations of these and other throws as Sensei unveiled loads of tricks. At one point, Mega Chris asked him, ‘How do you make this stuff up?’ to which Sensei replied, ‘I didn’t make any of it up’. In other words, these were things that were being passed to us through the ages.
Sensei then paired us up for a special type of Randori. We wanted us to use some tempered striking to gain position for a throw but to not continue into Newaza. Personally, I think this particular exercise is the most dangerous thing we do. It’s crazy to do some of the throws we do under controlled situations but trying for and taking throws from scrambles is even more perilous. I wondered if this was a great idea given how I felt but knew I couldn’t back down.
I went with Sempai Ryan and Oz the Wizard for this exercise. I didn’t really get anything done. I tried a few weak attempts but didn’t get anything good. I fell pray to a couple Uke Waza since I locked up too much but, in general, I wasn’t the best participant in this. Too wary and defensive on this particular night.
The last part of class was typical Randori. I was matched with Joelbow and the good news here was that I did get him to the ground. We were having another good scramble when he got my left arm and was working for a Juji Gatame (a.k.a., arm bar). I was fighting it pretty hard when he laid a heel strike across my nose and stretched me out more than I’d like. I verbally tapped and wasn’t happy. I wasn’t sure if I should be pissed about the heel in the face, the strong arm bar or for not tapping sooner. As things would turn out, I had Joelbow in a similar predicament a couple minutes later. I had both legs across his face and chest while working to break his grip to complete a Juji Gatame. It was a perfect opportunity to return the heel to the face and crank his elbow tendons. Did I go for it? Nah. It's just not my nature. Although the thought did pass through my mind.

A surprisingly small Tuesday night class. Where were they? Watching the Red Sox get pummeled again by the Rays? Resting up for the final Presidential debate? Thinking about the prospect of seeing Big Dave with a blue belt? Whatever the reason, we had ample space to test our abilities to try and land a Harai Goshi on Big Dave and have nobody crushed. 




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