Today was our first day of strength and conditioning with the new coach. It was a little focused on technique, which was nice, but then we did five rounds of hang cleans/hanging situps. It was fun, I kind of love Olympic lifting. I’ve always had problems with the grips in the past, but the women’s bar has a little diameter! It was like heaven to lift. But then he started loading weight on it because it was too light for me and I almost smacked myself in the mouth with it. Oops.
Atossss.
Look how short I am, guys 
I swear I am genetically defective.
I did yoga today too, it was nice. I really enjoy it. I also enjoy watching my teammates thrash around all over the place like fish on a dock.
A friend of mine once walked past the gym during a BJJ warmup. She said she could immediately pick me out of the line that was jogging around — tall, tall, tall, SHORT, tall, tall, tall…
I know, it’s so depressing. When we’re all on the ground, I feel so much… less short. I feel small, but not short. When we’re at lifting it’s like “hey guys wait for me I have to adjust the squat rack… and the bench press… and… and… hey, will someone pick me up and put me on the monkey bars/pullup bar?”