Where the Rubber meets the Road

It was a bit of overkill, having a moped for this week of training where everything I needed was on the one street.  Having a speedy transit from one place to the other and exploring back streets was still fun though.  Bike rides of less than 100 seconds weren't uncommon.  With a big emphasis this week on training and recovery, there wasn't much time for exploration.  Anyhow, chaotic adventure was next week's plan.

One day I did decide to ride up one of the main roads towards Phuket Town.  This was like launching a paper boat down a fast flowing river with unknown rapids upstream.  Traffic swarmed in different directions.  Three lanes were marked each way but the lines on the road apparently don't mean shit.  Merging was less about indication and right of way, instead following a "be like water" philosophy.  Demanded reverence came from trucks and other vehicles of heftier, roadkill-causing capacity.  Even the direction of travel seemed optional as several bikes chanced head-on collisions.  I'd only had a brief look at Google Maps beforehand, but that wasn't going to help.  The road signs were written in the Thai alphabet and obscured by complex nets of overhead power lines.

Back at training HQ, I tried a different type of yoga class by a lady named Ocean Bloom.  I figured it would be either really good or a bit too hippy.  It was really good.  Mental note to try a few more types of yoga back home. 

In the submission grappling class, I wrestled Stephan who I'd overheard was (Sweden's?) Heavyweight MMA champ.  He was all over me like a Rottweiler on a chew toy and I was glad there was no striking involved.  I kept escaping his submission attempts, only to be squashed in a new position as he setup the next finish.  Eventually he locked up a body triangle which uses the legs to control and squeeze the torso.  It's not usually a submission by itself, but with Dolph Lundgren strength he compressed my innards until I felt and heard multiple crunches like mangled cellophane.  This came from the nomadic section of my ribcage where I'd had previous relocations.  I tapped just to get him off me and assess the damage.  In something like an Arnie accent (although that could be my untrained ear) he said, "Your defence too good - I had to use my strength."

I sucked in a shallow breath to wheeze out a "Thanks".  I wasn't being sarcastic, I'll take that compliment.  There was one more wrestle to that class in which I did a Napoleon impression with a forearm protectively held across my body.  After that, there was one more sparring class I had been considering, but now decided to take a pass.

On my last training day, I began with a private lesson from James McSweeney.  Unlike the Muay Thai PT's, this was customised to my preferences and questions.  In his last fight, James had broken his hand, so he brought in another guy when my questions related to ground fighting technique.   Within seconds of meeting this person, I was being instructed on the finer points of grinding his head into the floor while setting up knees to the face.  Pleased to meet you.

Straight after that, I jogged to a nearby training area for the reason I'd timed this week of combat sports.  Eddie Bravo of 10th Planet Jiu Jitsu had included Tiger on his worldwide seminar circuit.

I'd missed the opportunity back in Australia last year.  Eddie has a creative approach to No-Gi (ie. without a kimono/gi/uniform) Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, specifically in regards to its application to Mixed Martial Arts.  He questions the traditional grip-based approach and this has (disappointingly) drawn criticism from parts of the wider BJJ community.  The alternatives he offers are constructed with wicked logic and he encourages inventiveness. 

Part of the 10th Planet system is leveraged off having flexibility in the higher percentile.  Yoga's half lotus position (one foot folded up to the opposite hip) gives gateway access to the Rubber Guard.  The ability to do full lotus makes it dangerous.  Greater flexibility makes it deadly.

The Rubber Guard was the focus of this seminar.   This shuts down the striking ability of the opponent on top while still leaving one hand free to "take their phone out of their pocket and call their mom", or otherwise elbow strike while navigating to a range of submissions.  By naming a vaster degree of individual positions and the transitions between them, he has mapped out this part of the battlefield in fine detail.

During the seminar, he was animated in his explanations and inspired by the continuing rapid rate of evolution in both BJJ and MMA.  The 3 hours went quickly and was an excellent way to finish up this phase of my time in Thailand.

One more week in Thailand, and up to this point, no fixed plans or accommodation.  The feeling is a weird splice of complete freedom and indecision anxiety.