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SoML: Addicted (BJJ Edition)

Recently I’ve talked to a few people at the gym and how often I train has come up. I don’t know if it’s my history of rowing crew in college (one day off a week, two days a week w/lifting in addition to practice) or just general obliviousness that it never occurred to me  until now that I train A LOT. The first time I was enthusiastically chatting with a newbie (I’m still a gremmie, afterall) and she asked which classes I typically attended. I started to list them off when Ashley walked by and said “Pretty much all of them.” And I realized she wasn’t wrong. With the exception of Tuesday/Thursday noon classes – which my 8-4 type work schedule doesn’t allow for – my regular schedule is the M/W/F weekday classes and the Saturday noon class. Sometime about a year ago, I started adding in either training at my buddy Rob’s or “Church” (open mat) on Sundays. Another time I was talking with a woman who was feeling bad about how infrequently she could attend and she asked how often I trained. I told her not to use me as a measuring stick – I don’t have a busy life pulling me in other directions so I can make all these classes a fairly regular thing. Plus, I’m kind of addicted.
After I said that, I had this song in my head, slowly changing the lyrics to fit my particular addiction…

Adapted from “Addicted” by Saving Abel

I’m so addicted to all the things you do
When you’re rollin’ round with me on the open mats
Oh all the sounds I make, when my breath you take
It’s unlike anything, when you’re chokin’ me
Ooh yeah, let’s take it slow
Just some give and take, little easy flow
Gonna take our time, see who’s tappin’ in the end
It’s not like you to turn away
Give up your back so I can take
I’ll earn it for myself someday
I’m so addicted to all the things you do
When you’re rollin’ ’round with me on the open mats

Oh all the sounds I make, when my breath you take
It’s unlike anything, when you’re chokin’ me

And I know when it’s gettin’ rough
All the times I spend tryin’ to make this move
Somethin’ better than just tappin’ out again

It’s not like you to turn away
Give up your back so I can take
I’ll turn you for myself one day

I’m so addicted to all the things you do
When you’re rollin’ ’round with me on the open mats
Oh all the sounds I make, when my breath you take
It’s unlike anything

How can I make it through all the things you do? How many times am I gonna tap for you?

I’m so addicted to all the things you do
When you’re rollin’ ’round with me
Oh all the sounds you make, when your breath I take
It’s unlike anything

I’m so addicted to you
Rollin’ Jiu Jitsu…

In somewhat related news… I ended things with Dave a few weeks ago. More on that (maybe) in a future blog post. But for now, just consider this my status:

I'm dating Jiu Jitsu

In Dating Years, I’m 22

“The last time I was single, AIM was popular.” I’ve used that line on a number of occasions to try to give people a concept of just how far out of the game I have been. I was single for about 2 months of my 21st year. I was attending Ithaca College, living in an apartment just up from the Commons that was full of other college students. You met guys in class, at parties, in bars. Dating played out mostly in-person with some conversations over phone and IM. Texting on your little Nokia brick phone was a PITA and I don’t remember people using it much.

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Breakin’ Deez (Lug) Nuts

This weekend I took another big step towards truly living as a single woman… by moving in with my parents. SIGH. Still, moving out of the house I shared with my ex is a significant step forward and the parental housing is only a 3 week stop on the long journey ahead.

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On My Own Two Feet

I came to a small but powerful realization today. In my last post, I lamented the end of my “First Feet” photo album entries. I had privately wondered if I could make it a tradition with the next serious guy in my life (not that I’m going there anytime soon) or if that would be too weird. I was caught up in how I started it and wasn’t thinking about how it could evolve. Continue reading On My Own Two Feet