Common Sense-LESS

Do you ever wonder how you’re going to make it through the day without literally stabbing someone in the eye with a fork?  Worse, now that I know jiu jitsu, how am I supposed to make it through the day without dreaming about taking people down, then proceeding to choke them, armbar them, or triangle them…oh wait…I know Muay Thai too…spinning back kick to the body or head would work too…darn…I might get in a wee bit of trouble if I did that.  That’s what happens when you are surrounded with the common senseless.  Plus, a girl can dream can’t she…there is no harm in that…whatever it takes to make it through the day.  Since I can’t do any of the above, I’m going to celebrate quitting time and no-gi classes on Fridays instead.  Warning to my wonderful training partners at Dirty Bay…you guys will just have to bear the brunt of my angst…sorry…that’s the price you pay for being good training partners.   

Anything is possible

Last Wednesday was possibly one of the best days ever!  It was my 20^th wedding anniversary (WOOHOO!!  We did it honey, and here’s to many, many more).  It’s not often you have a spouse that completely and utterly supports your love affair with jiu jitsu.  Not only did I celebrate 20 years of marriage, but I got my blue belt.  You heard me right…Mrs. Ibarra finally got her blue belt (it only took me 27 months).  I was honestly beginning to think I would be the oldest living white belt alive.  Coach took me completely by surprise.  It was a surreal moment...hearing my name called and seeing coach holding that blue belt....shaking and fumbling and crying a little bit.  But I am honored and happy and excited and thrilled and a little nervous.  Tonight I will tie that new blue belt around my waist for the first time and train.  The journey continues...

They say time heals everything...I'm still waiting

I’m missing my Dad today.  While most of the world was watching in horror at the events as they unfolded on 9/11/2001, my Dad was in the last stages of his fight with cancer.  It was a tough day already, we were exhausted on every front…mentally, physically, emotionally, spiritually…and then 9/11 happened.  I couldn’t tell you much about that day, or the days that followed.  My Dad lived only 16 more days after that and we were focused on taking care of him and we were grieving.  It had been a long battle with cancer, brutal on the body and soul, he fought hard, but he didn’t win.  I wouldn’t say that I was a Daddy’s girl, but I would say that my Dad and me were kindred spirits.  We had similar feelings about life and love and people and second chances.  He always gave people second chances.  He felt people were always worth another try.  He always saw the good in people, until they showed him otherwise.  I’m sort of like that…maybe a bit more cynical that he was…but I do tend to see the good in people, unless they show me otherwise.  He was my sounding board when things were sucky at work, when I was having a difficult time with people.  He always gave me good advice.  Always be on time.  Do your best.  Work hard.  Be dependable.  And my favorite, don’t burn your bridges with someone…one day they might be your boss (oh Dad, if you only knew).  Well today I was wishing he was here to be my sounding board, but he’s not.  And all day I get reminded what a horrible day 9/11/2001 was.  Trust me, I will never forget. 

School is back in session

My kids started school this week and we have been so busy with band activities and football practice and buying school supplies that it was hard to train this week.  I made it only one day to be exact.  But oh what a great day it was.  Armbars and triangles and omoplatas.  Look out...Mrs. Ibarra is starting to get the hang of you...finally...after two years.  I guess it's taken me this long to wrap my head around things and lose my fear of others things and open my mind to what my body is actually capable of doing.  Feels good.  Tonight I am going to CrossFit for a quick workout and then off to get ready for Emily's first football game of the new school year.  Can't wait to see this marching season unfold...awesome music and a really, really cool marching routine.  Band Nerds unite!!  

Quick update on my Paleo eating.  Started two months ago.  Didn't realize how much it was going to change everything.  I can't believe how much I've been able to embrace it and live it and I'm even starting to love it.   It was not as hard as I thought it was going to be.  I'm cooking most nights at home.  Added bonus, my family loves that I'm cooking and I love the fact that we all sit down and eat together.  That's a change I can get used to!  

p.s.  No Dr. Peppers since July 8, 2012. 

To Infinity and Beyond

I’m evolving.  I feel my game changing.  New Coach + Open Mind = No Limits.  I used to think that I couldn’t do things because I have short arms or legs, or because I am not flexible enough, or because I am too fluffy or too old...and so on.  But I am really trying to wrap my head around the infinite possibilities.  Every move can be adjusted and changed and morphed into something that will work for me…not that every move is going to be part of my game, but I won’t limit myself to just certain things.  I won’t know if something works for me unless I try it.  Outside our comfort zones is where we will experience the most growth.  It’s were we will evolve our games to the next level.  It’s pretty cool doing things I never thought I could do.  I actually tried to triangle someone last week.  Me, Mrs. Ibarra, 4’11” tall, short legs, short arms, fluffy body, I tried to triangle someone.  I didn’t get it…but I tried it!  Now that’s progress.