Ne waza last night was awesome.
I managed to “puppet” a heavier black belt around in my butterfly guard, almost sweeping him a couple times. Ultimately he pinned me but I think I overheard him telling another black belt that “there’s no messing around” in randori with me, so I’m, like, totally gushing.
I also got to fight against one of the old hat blackbelts. He’s 50 years old and lighter than me but he massacres me. The last time I fought him I was a white belt—this time I was actually cognizant of what was going on, but I didn’t do much better. I have so much respect for the “old” guys: you can’t help but feel a lifetime of experience behind every move they make. A couple interesting things he did:
- While trapping me in full mount, he “frogged” his legs up and held my hips with the balls of his feet. It seemed unorthodox but effective.
- While he had me in his guard, he grapevined only one of my legs and swept me over that leg. I had to run this through my mind a couple times before I realized what he did.
Standup was pretty good too. I got a couple fireman throws in, one of which was on a black belt. In the face of much practice, my breakfalls are also improving. 
And since I’m tooting my own horn, I’ll mention I got 10 sets of 10 with 45 lbs plates on bench on Monday. GET TO THE CHOPPA!
