Atama BJJ >> Jordon Schultz misses Nick Schultz

grillznice - For those not signed up on his email.....

I boarded the plane to Amsterdam in Washington D.C
on wednesday evening. The flight was long
and my back muscles hated me for that 8 hours.

Every attempt to get comfortable was
frutile and even though I was able to
sneak to an empty 3 seat block and lay
down the pain didn't subside.

When the nerves protest, when
they send out distress signals
a pain runs down my leg and
takes my breath away.

The only remedy is to take a hot shower.

The sound of the seatbelt beep
interrupts my thoughts. I tighten
it and get ready to land.

After the plane lands in Amsterdam
I look at my boarding pass. A 5 hour layover.

The airport was cold, like ice and we walked
about a 1/2 mile through a maze of terminals
to reach our gate. I remind myself that I can't eat
much - I'm two pounds over weight.

Now I can take a nap. It's eight-thirty AM, and
we have 4 hours to kill. I try to get comfortable on the
concrete floor but it's impossible. The floor
is as cold as ice, and every attempt to pad myself
proves useless. I should have dressed warmer.

Maybe sleeping on my gi top will work. I lay it out
and curl into a ball near the wall. Typically I have trouble
sleeping in public places, but I've been awake for 20 hours.

I start thinking about the tournament and decide if I can't sleep
I'll walk around. But the walking turned to endless pacing.

I tell myself, whatever happens at the tournament I've
been through it at least once before.

If it's a physical test, a mental test, it's nothing new.

Continued tomorrow...

Jordon Schultz

grillznice - Part 2 you can read the pitch in the middle already.

After 5 hours in the Amsterdam airport I hear
the voice of the flight attendants. It's time to board
for portugal. I know I'm in good hands, European people
take their jobs to heart. And, to them nothing is more
important in life, than a job well done.

We board the plane to Lisbon, Portugal. We arrive
in less than 2 hours and take a taxi to the hotel.
I lie on the bed, and turn on the TV.

I stand, shake out my legs. The traveling tightened my muscles,
my fascia, I need to stretch.

I try to stretch my legs, test my hamstrings, my hips.
Not bad. I'm getting lose. All systems go.

I decide to try and stay up all day, it's two-thirty pm
and if I go to sleep now I'll be horribly jet-lagged.

I succeed and manage to keep myself busy all
day, although my eyes feel heavy. The next day
we go to the venue. I see the referees, suited up.

I sit there in the stands watching the purple belts. For a
moment I fell jealous. I miss that belt. Then I run my hand
over the brown belt in my backback and feel grateful for it.

There are no clocks in the stadium. Something that deep down
always bothers me. You lose track of time in there.

After a long day of coaching, observing, we walk back to
the hotel through the winding streets of Lisbon. My mind drifts
and I think about my grips. I obsess about them. And I need to..

Grips can be the difference in a guard pass, or a sweep, and a guard
pass or a sweep can be the difference in a match, and a match can be
the difference in a career, and a career can mean the difference for not only
my life, but countless others lives, my future families life, my parents lives.

When I get a grip, it could be worth everything.
My grips are one of the small things I can control,
out of the countless thing that
are beyond my control... So I obsess about them...

Then I feel my calluses and for a moment remember
how not long ago my hands were once soft and fragile. Over time
they have become disfigured, fingers lengthened and
twisted like roots of an old tree.

My calluses are a by-product of not just my training, but
of the olympic lifting, the rope climbs, the gi pull-ups.

I turn to one of my teammates and say

"quite a walk to the hotel, is this near a mile?"

"it's 1.5 km actually" he says

Then he says: "Tomorrow we'll take a cab, guard players need their legs fresh"

"Agreed", I say and we finish the walk to our rooms...

Continued tomorrow in part 3

FangSakuraba - Don't worry everyone, anyone can automatically be a 3%er if you buy their DVDs, go for his seminars or join their team! What would happen if more than 3% of the community endorses them? LOL

LiveFromThe7x7 -  Why are you guys on their lists?

GrahamJ - The Diary of Anne Frank contained less self-pity than these e-mails.

GrahamJ - The Diary of Anne Frank contained less self-pity than these e-mails.

GrahamJ - The Diary of Anne Frank contained less self-pity than these e-mails.

totaldude - As someone that used to train with Jordon I was VERY surprise his name wasn't in with these other two during the incident. Total scumbag.

JRockwell - 

BJJWorkouts - English is my third language but did he write frutile? Isn't it futile? I thought Llimp sent them to school.

I seriously think it is an intentional thing they do as part of the marketing strategy. Almost every Lloyd affiliate email has obvious typos, excessive capitalization, etc. Maybe somehow it's supposed to make them seem more real and down to earth to the masses?

WhoRunsBarterTown - Why does everyone from Llimp Irvin try to write in Iambic Pentameter?

ElPulpo -

WhoRunsBarterTown - Why does everyone from Llimp Irvin try to write in Iambic Pentameter?

An attempt to feign literacy?