One step forward, two steps back

When you experience that session when you're tapping your partners out more than they're tapping you out, that's a damn good night. And if you're lucky, you'll get a couple nights in a row like that. Your game is hot and it means you've improved. It's a BFD in your mind and you celebrate on the drive home by turning that dial to 11 and wailing along to Rage Against the Machine.

But the next class, you don't tap anyone. Not even the newer white belts. In fact, one of them was really fucking close to choking you out. It was a fist in the neck and he was heavy as all hell, but a tap is a tap. And what's worse? The next three nights of class when your performance sucks as bad or worse.

WTF? How is it that you're moving so well one day, connecting the dots, executing and maintaining healthy breath? And the other, you're a grappling dummy or spend the entire round trapped under his or her side control.

But you keep going. Cause you can't improve your game from the couch or the bar stool. It can only be done on the mats. So I guess while I suck, I should call out those peeps I know kick my ass. That way, I'm working harder. Don't get comfortable. Stay on top.