Brown Belt

White belts don’t know shit

Blue belts are white belts that learned some shit

Purple are Blue belts that realize they don’t know shit

Brown belts earned that shit

Black belts live that shit

I read that mantra on every promotion, and it means something different every time I read it.

Class was awesome today, worked out with my buddy Frank, a big boy who keeps me honest. You make a mistake with him and you’re done. He’s close to his Purple Belt, very close.

We worked on some loop chokes and some stand up before that.

I’m really lucky to have a group like this, they work hard and grind it out on the rolls, you’re gonna get better whether you want to or not.

I did better than expected. I’ll tell you what, preparing your mind and rolling there pay dividends. Kinda like memorizing your lines for play, you roll in your head, Fuck it, watch some YouTube vids, play everything in your head, rewind it as many times as you need too but do it. Then work it on the mats, work it and work it some more.

I’m feeling good, time to do some road work during the week. Nothing crazy, just a mile or two. I need to get my stamina up. Cut the sweets and eat a healthy diet.