I haven't blogged in a while because, well, nothing interesting has been going on.
I still hate bottom half guard with the fire of a thousand suns,
But I suck at it a little less, mostly thanks to a brown belt with the patients of a saint.
I was given my first stripe on my purple belt.
My women's class is still doing well. My ladies are still kicking ass and taking names.
Out side of BJJ my kids started school this year. Kind of a big deal for us, as they have been homeschooled up until this point. I struggled with the decision for about a year before I finally decided to put them in school, so seeing them do so well makes me extremely happy and is a huge relief. They also started BJJ at the kids class at Fabio's.
Unfortunately though, I finally have something to blog about.
I tore my ACL and medial meniscus last week.
I was grappling Erica, another purple belt, who just happens to be my favorite training partner. We were in a position we have been in 1000 times before, and I was trying to sweep her with a sweep I have done 10,000 times. I've done it to 250 pound men and 60 pound kids... and never once did it ever feel like anything dangerous or risky.
But last Wednesday, I went for the sweep, and Erica dropped her hips to stuff the sweep, and my knee decided catastrophic failure was the best course of action.
Upon my doctors first inspection of my knee, he said, "Oh wow. This is bad."
A couple days later my MRI determined it was in fact, bad.
I have an appointment with an orthopedic surgeon on Friday.
Thus far I know that I do need surgery, but I don't yet know what kind of surgery. I am hoping and praying I can get away with an endoscopic surgery as the recovery period for that kind of surgery would put me back on the mat in 4-6 weeks and I would be back to 100% in roughly 10-12 weeks.
The alternative would be reconstructive surgery. I could maybe back on the mat in 10-12 weeks and it would be a full 6 MONTHS to get back to 100% function. And from what I have read the rehab for reconstruction is brutal.
The thought of reconstructive surgery makes me want to cry. I wont know until Friday, but I am trying to stay postive in the mean time.