Okay, I know I don't post very much, so you guys don't have a clear idea of who I am, but trust me, I HATE it when people get hurt. Especially when I'm to blame (a litttle ironic for a professional fighter, but there you have it--weakness exposed).
And, boy, AM I in this case.
Last night in jiu-jitsu, I requested that our instructor drill us on mount escapes. He routinely pairs us up himself--usually based on experience, weight, and level of ability (he likes more senior students to guide the others). I found myself paired up with sixteen year-old kid who weighs about twenty pounds less than me (I'm a big girl--5'5, 150 lbs, give or take few). Anyway, our first escape was based off an upa (forgive me if I can't spell that correctly--I can barely SAY it correctly), and as I trapped his arm, bucked and rolled, there was a tremendous SNAP sound.
He had not turned his hand over, so that his palm was facing up and the weight of my momentum had broken his forearm in half. Completely.
Now let me emphasize that this is a well supervised class and the emergency was handled very well. The instructor was in NO WAY at fault, and in fact, had paired me up with the young man because he trusted my ability to work with him in a safe and helpful way...oops.
In my defense, this was my first repetition of the first technique of the night and we were going VERY slow, using minimal power (for those of you who know what I'm talking about, an upa against some one significantly lighter than you doesn't take much power) but the accident still happened. And it's still my fault.
I feel AWFUL. To see this young man laying still on the ground, with his face ashen and a dent in his forearm in the shape of a canoe...and to be faced with the possibility that his parents may not allow him to train anymore...this poor kid.
Well, that's my horror story...
Stupid Jules!!!!!
And, boy, AM I in this case.
Last night in jiu-jitsu, I requested that our instructor drill us on mount escapes. He routinely pairs us up himself--usually based on experience, weight, and level of ability (he likes more senior students to guide the others). I found myself paired up with sixteen year-old kid who weighs about twenty pounds less than me (I'm a big girl--5'5, 150 lbs, give or take few). Anyway, our first escape was based off an upa (forgive me if I can't spell that correctly--I can barely SAY it correctly), and as I trapped his arm, bucked and rolled, there was a tremendous SNAP sound.
He had not turned his hand over, so that his palm was facing up and the weight of my momentum had broken his forearm in half. Completely.
Now let me emphasize that this is a well supervised class and the emergency was handled very well. The instructor was in NO WAY at fault, and in fact, had paired me up with the young man because he trusted my ability to work with him in a safe and helpful way...oops.
In my defense, this was my first repetition of the first technique of the night and we were going VERY slow, using minimal power (for those of you who know what I'm talking about, an upa against some one significantly lighter than you doesn't take much power) but the accident still happened. And it's still my fault.
I feel AWFUL. To see this young man laying still on the ground, with his face ashen and a dent in his forearm in the shape of a canoe...and to be faced with the possibility that his parents may not allow him to train anymore...this poor kid.
Well, that's my horror story...
