OK first a little bit about what is going on with Rolling Bones Gear, there are two new gi’s coming in mid-December, a new rashguard design from your’s truly was released last month. We have been taking in orders world wide and so far things are looking good for 2018…AWESOME! Follow us on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter for the latest and greatest and visit our new website at http://www.rollingbonesgear.bigcartel.com
We have picked up a few new athletes in the last few months and we would like to welcome them to the RBG family. Featherweight MMA fighter Jacob Kilburn is making big noise in the southeast United States and has just moved to the number one contender slot in Valor Fights promotions and Jerry Imasa is a BJJ Blackbelt and lead instructor Nova BJJ in Tokyo.
We have all had those moments that grind us to a halt where suddenly your expectation of a situation runs smack dab into a wall of reality. Where the limits, be they physical, mental, or emotional, literally stop all progress…we have all been there. What surprises me is how some people set the expectation bar incredibly high while other people carry that defeatist attitude around with them constantly. We have new folks come to class and in a few short months are already telling me they think they are ready for their blue belt. Along comes the ego bruiser who exposes all the limitations in their game and then they are no longer there early or staying late, as a matter of fact within weeks they probably aren’t there at all. Or the youtube king who watches the latest videos of BJJ star Tom Terrifico showing you how to pass the guard, take the back, and move to the bow and arrow while standing on your head and spitting rainbows. When he shows up to class, it doesn’t work…ever, and results in him getting swept at best or crushed then its even money whether he suffers the same fate as the wannabe blue belt.
In my last tournament, in the open weight division I was sooo confident I was going to win that I limited myself and ignored every possible opportunity for victory. In the first few seconds of the match I could feel how much stronger I was and my only thought was “I’m going to grind this guy into dust” even when he got the under hook…and then slid right to my back. It was all down hill from there and I kept my tail tucked securely between my legs for weeks.
The point that I’m trying to make is that we all have tools at our disposal whether it is on the mat or off , each of us have our coping mechanisms for when our expectations meets our limitations. Some of us take it to heart and let it color our lives while others treat it like water of a ducks back and press on. We’ll internalize it, externalize it, rage, sulk, weep, laugh but for the most part eventually we move on. Let what you CAN achieve define you as opposed to your limitations.
I can’t nail the berimbolo but I’m not kicking the neighbors kid over it and I’m not giving up on it either. I tried to deadlift twice my weight…iron don’t lie. Wanted to be six foot two and be ruggedly handsome…ain’t gonna make it. Know your limitations but don’t let them stop you, instead use them to inspire you to be creative enough to find a work around. Personally, I train more, I get stronger, I have a tall hat and hang out with folks uglier than I am…in the land of the blind the guy with one eye is King. Long live the King.