Why parents should know Brazilian JiuJitsu

Been a while since I last wrote anything here. Been super busy all autumn, but decided to write something for xmas. These are things I’ve learned lately in dealing with my almost 9 month old daughter. Sometimes a parent can benefit from BJJ…

It teaches you patience

You can’t leap forward with anything, you will get frustrated a lot and you just have to churn the same thing over and over again.

You sometimes have to do things you don’t really like

Whether it’s tapping to the same same damn submission for the 100th time or washing poo away from a kids behind you just have do things you might not really like.

It teaches you how to handle people who are trying to squirm their way out of your grips

Yeah, kids squirm when you try to clean them or make them sleep. Or feed them. Or change their clothes. Once they get moving you can’t hold them in place.

The closed guard is a super fun way to play with a little kid

Put a kid in you closed guard and swoop away around the floor. At least my kid laughs at this fun. Also open guard passing is a fun tickling game.

Repetition is crucial

Changed the diaper two hours ago? Well, repeat that. Oh, done it already four times? Well, do it again. Always do every game twice, at least.

The body triangle is an essential tool when dressing a kid

Nothing holds a kid in place better than a body triangle when you’re trying to put on clothes and the kid doesn’t want to participate in that thing.

Merry Xmas everyone!

The new Ishi Belt…

Finally I got my hand on my new Ishi Belt. It’s not exactly as we discussed since the plan was to make the belt extra heavy to match my previous belt, but the sowing machine jammed after each 10 cm of stitching so we decided to take some of that weight out and opt for a more “normal” belt… Of well, I guess I’ll just have to concentrate on my swing technique for the gauntlet.

Anywho, here’s a proper look at the belt:

10601150_749493891780079_1582944707_nYeah, it’s embroidered… 😀

The correct way to knock your wind out

We had morning BJJ today. Just sparring 3 minute rounds, which for me currently is really fun, since I’ve been feeling that I’m getting too much technique and not enough sparring lately.

In my second to last round my partner went for my legs from stand up, pulling an open guard. I went down with him thinking I’ll stack his legs and pass them. Well… I went down. I got his legs.

But slammed straight on his knee with my solar plexus, knocking the wind out of me.

Next time I’ll try to stack the legs out of the way as well.

Breathe man, breathe.

And just when I wrote about being too tired to write about what happens at the gym I have probably one of the best trainings in the last year. 😀

There we only three people in our submission wrestling class; me, my long time friend and a returnee white belt. So we ditched the technique part and just sparred the whole class through. It was just awesome. There was no excessive use of force and everyone was just rolling and trying out new things.

My fails yesterday came in the form of a reminder why you should do nogi / submission wrestling. When you do just BJJ you get too comfortable with using the gi as help to your technique. Then you’re just lost when you don’t have those. It took me a few rounds to remember how to do my techniques without gripping cloth…


As some of you may have noticed, I’ve been slacking with writing to this blog. For this I apologize. The simple reason has been that I haven’t had the energy to really concentrate on writing, I have simply been too busy.

What has kept me busy is a project called Epic North. I spent many hours of my free time (the same time I use for BJJ) composing, mixing and mastering on the three albums we have produced in the last 9 months. And the new double album is keeping me busy.

But don’t worry, I still go to the gym and fail. I have just been too tired to write about it. 🙂


Have a peaceful Xmas

This one is going start with a lenghty qoute from a story by CNN. I recommend you read the whole original article before you go on. It recounts the actions of a German fighter pilot in World War II:

“As Stigler’s fighter rose to meet the bomber, he decided to attack it from behind. He climbed behind the sputtering bomber, squinted into his gun sight and placed his hand on the trigger. He was about to fire when he hesitated. Stigler was baffled. No one in the bomber fired at him.

He looked closer at the tail gunner. He was still, his white fleece collar soaked with blood. Stigler craned his neck to examine the rest of the bomber. Its skin had been peeled away by shells, its guns knocked out. He could see men huddled inside the plane tending the wounds of other crewmen.

Then he nudged his plane alongside the bomber’s wings and locked eyes with the pilot whose eyes were wide with shock and horror.

Stigler pressed his hand over the rosary he kept in his flight jacket. He eased his index finger off the trigger. He couldn’t shoot. It would be murder.

Stigler wasn’t just motivated by vengeance that day. He also lived by a code. He could trace his family’s ancestry to knights in 16th century Europe. He had once studied to be a priest.

A German pilot who spared the enemy, though, risked death in Nazi Germany. If someone reported him, he would be executed.

Yet Stigler could also hear the voice of his commanding officer, who once told him:

You follow the rules of war for you — not your enemy. You fight by rules to keep your humanity.

With those words in mind I want to wish everyone a very peaceful Christmas. Take care of your humanity.

There are no stupid questions

This was probably the highlight of my season. No, not probably. This was the highlight of my season.

I spent the last two weeks of the autumn season teaching the hip throw. There are only a few girls in our gym and one of them came to my class for the first time when I start to teach throwing. Well, she learned to technique really well and on the second weeks she did perfect hip throws.

Then after throwing her partner to the floor she turned to me and asked real innocently

Is it wrong that I’m throwing him so high?

I just kinda stared at her for a moment and said: No. And smiled.

Best. Question. Ever.