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Message: <blockquote data-quote="RaceyGirl" data-source="post: 3289816" data-attributes="member: 158258">Had such an awesome and comedic night that I must share it. Okay, first off, I had a delectable dinner, composed of white rice and quite spicy chicken curry with tofu (yum!). After dinner, I rested for a bit and headed of to Jujitsu. I had a nagging feeling that I did something wrong, but couldn't put my finger on it. I stopped thinking about it and eventually got to class. We started the class by warming up with upright grappling with a partner, which we did quite extensively last class. Now I'll be honest, I quite suck at this. Since the majority of the guys are at least 30-40 pounds heavier, and at least a few inches taller, they usually overpower me with pure strength (one guy actually swung me around him in a 360 spin and flung me a good meter away) or will drop there entire weight onto me when pushing me down. However, during the warmup, even though I got my ass beat, I was satisfied that I put up a challenge and got better at using there force and weight against them. Yay Fast forward, we are doing fireman carries, and I was paired up with a woman. Now before anyone gets huffy, I've been on MAP long enough to know that females are quite capable of complete obliteration of us, and that women, or anyone, knows what they are getting into when signing up for MA. So I proceed to grab her inner thigh, and she tells me I'm gripping up to high, near the no-no area. Awkward moment #1. Then, I carry her across the room. Halfway, by some odd reason, by groin cup somehow managed to come loose and fall down through my pant leg. Awkward moment #2.Now, fast forward to grappling session. We started with just ground grappling (did way better at this) and then soon moved to both upright and ground grappling together, starting out standing. Here is how it went.Senior Guy: Quite proud. I still definitely need practice, but rolling with him was an absolute fantastic experience!!! I'm even happier is then I lasted longer then anyone else, which kinda makes me proud, in an iofftopicture way Green T-Shirt Guy: Got put in a makeshift guillotine choke right at the beginning Blue Shirt Guy: I'm proud of this too. This guy was bloody muscular (his pecs looked like they were gonna eat me), and he had this look on his face like this was going to be easy. Nonetheless I gave him a surprise. Upright grappling was still difficult for me, but I managed to give him trouble, and we both ended sprawled across the ground. I somehow to but my guard up, stop him from effectively submitting him (I was being an annoying little bugger, it's what us teens do best), and I even got him in 2-3 rear-naked choke positions. Unfortunately, I only had the position, I didn't actually know how to apply to choke, so it pretty much ended up with me hugging onto him from behind with my dear life until Sensei told us to separate. Didn't really win, but I exceeded my own expectations  Some of the seniors came over and praised me, saying I was not bad, asking if I had previous experience, and that I had guts because a lot of people my age wouldn't do this. They even gave me pointers, from dealing with bigger guys, to properly applying the choke. The kindest to be honest felt really nice, and was a great break from the ego flaunting I have to deal with at high school.Fast forward again, and I'm sitting to the side, watching another match. Suddenly, I start feeling a build up of pressure within my stomach. It was really painful, more uncomfortable. I started to get slightly scared, and then, I farted. Not a loud one, but a sneaky, quite, ninja-like one that really smells. So I excuse my self, and then I bolt to the washroom, faster then I've ever run. The club is on the second floor, and the washroom is on the first floor on the other side of the university, so I'm literally sprinting, and the whole way, I'm farting, so I get a boost. I was so embarrassing. I'm running like mad man and multiple bursts of stinky gas are being blasted out my bum like a fricken shotgun. By this time they are loud, and when I run past people, I feel like I'm doing a farting drive-by. I run past one guy, let a huge one rip, and his face is like "Da Fu-?" Long story short, I make it to the washroom and relieve myself of the behemoth that is raging in my stomach. Morales of this entire story??Don't ever under-estimate the kindness of others, and of your own skills, regardless of or size or ability, because you may start to surprise yourself when you put your mind to it. Oh, and the thing that was nagging me, I figured out when I released the behemoth in my stomach. Don't eat spicy food before going to MA, unless you want that extra boost.</blockquote>

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