I have been reluctant to write a new post for months because "if you've got nothing nice to say, then don't say nothing!"
But today I feel like telling a story of how teaming up with girls in bjj could push me beyond all barriers I have faced lately. I tell this story because I feel it is worth telling. After falling into a dark pit and seriously thought about quitting I found some amazing ladies on the mat. I found an unbelievable treasure.
One year ago I decided to try and win the Europeans. In order to get competition experience I travelled to every tournament I could find that would allow me to fight, and signed up to all the possible female bjj seminars. Training was hard and especially joyful. The preparation for my goal gave me courage to face my fears in bjj: pushing myself to try to fight my best against higher belts, choosing sparring partners much bigger and stronger than me, working on my standup... and once my head was in the correct place, everything else just started going along.
About a month and a half before the europeans I got my purple belt and all my dreams and expectations suddenly vanished. My coaches knew about my intentions so when I heard my name during the graduation my heart broke into a million pieces. In the past I heard stories from people who have been in this situation, but I could never imagine the pain and misery that it could bring into my life.
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Pic of my graduation, by Tuomo Väinämö |
Once I cried my eyes completely off I had to start moving on. It was hard to realize that no one was going to get me out of my misery, but at the end it was "my problem". Of course, one thing is deciding to do something and another thing is to actually do it...
I went back to Spain for christmas holidays. At first I did not want to put on the gi and not even look at the belt, but step by step I managed to gather my things and got to the door of a friend's gym. By "step by step" I mean my boyfriend gathered all my things and literally kicked (repetedly) my ass until I landed in front of our friend's gym (I love you Jen). As I was walking up the stairs I felt I was some sort of impostor, a fake fighter dressed up in a shamefull costume. My ass was beaten really hard that day by all the blue belts and when my eyes were informed that they could start calling the tears reserves, the coach Valdir Kabeza asked me to roll. I had about three seconds to decide what to do while he tied the black belt on his waist. Then he smiled at me and made me smile back, and I decided I would fight. For few minutes I forgot all about the pain and misery and I enjoyed every movement until we finished. Then he said "Aaaah cara, you are a good one".
I treasure that moment because only then I started moving on. I decided that I needed to keep training and I needed to find girls for that! I didn't have time to go looking for women gym by gym so I tried the Mission Impossible: Girls Open Mat!!! After finding a great gym that lent us the tatame for free, I wrote messages to all the bjj girls I know in Madrid and made a facebook event.
Four days later 18 girls appeared in the door... and hell, one of them drove 500km to come train with us!!! Throughout the 3 hours of training I could not stop smiling for a single second. After all the sadness, the emptiness and the tears I was there with all the new and old friends enjoying bjj again.
These girls reminded me of the reason why do I do this, why should I keep trying every day... I thought "they feel like my team" and I could not have known back then how right I was.
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BJJ ladies Open Mat, Madrid January 2015 |
With my batteries charged again I went back to Finland and faced a broken heart, a failed research project and a doomed quest for a victory at the Europeans. All of this living 4500km away from my people, in a land with 2 hours of sunlight per day and an average temperature of -15ºC (59 F) with a broken car. Not bad for a challenge, right?
Well, it was the hardest road I have ever had to walk in my life. The motivation went up and down but I always had the support from the girls as well as from my boyfriend (who had to convince me almost every couple days to keep moving forward). Time went by and I was in Lisboa with Jen and my mum (yes, I have an amazing mum: She has no idea what bjj is but she came to support me and patiently watched all the matches for 4 days. And she did not even bring a book or anything to the arena). One of the greatest experiences I got from this tournament was the chance to be with all the girls I met at the open mat and support them before their fights. Everbody knows that you enter the mat alone, but how cool is it when you look to the fence and see your bjj-family there? I was extremely moved to be part of that moment and felt that I was helping them find the courage to go for it.
And right there the magic started happening. They all fought with such an incredible drive that it was impossible not to feel inspired: Urabayen and Zinguerela are 38 and 46 years old and yet they were fighting in adult division winning fights and kicking some ass; my baby Elsa had to change teams not long ago and had an injury, but it took her about 30 seconds to submit her first opponent; It took Elisa about 15 seconds to do the same; Vanessa had a really hard weightcut but gave every breath in her fight; Jimena fought in a higher weightclass than usually and submitted a huge girl in her first fight; Dimitra just got her blue belt few months ago too and she absolutely smashed 3 opponents... None of them had an "easy road" and they gave their best performance. "And here I have been" I thought to myself "all this time crying about my problems, while these girls have NO EXCUSES".
Sometimes you find the right people at the right time, and these girls made me realize that I spent too much time thinking about being underweight, feeling lonely and very unexperienced, and instead I could think I was strong, independent and eager to start my journey. I decided to forget that my opponents had over 3 years of more training than me, that they all held previuos IBJJF gold medals while I had nothing, that they all had a lot of things I did not. It did not matter who they were, because like all my new friends I came here to fight.

The moment before the fight is something I used to think a lot about. Usually I wondered how would I feel standing next to my opponents: will I feel like a winner, will I be eager or scared to go the mat? Nothing like I imagined, I actually started dancing listening to my music and felt just happy to be there. With that attitude I went to the mat and won my first ever match in purple belt division. It took me a whole year of competing but I finally understood that the only one that should have my attention before the fight is me. Someone told me once "If there is no enemy within the enemy outside can do us no harm". So true.
After all finished I was not particularly excited about fighting in adult purple belt division, or winning my first match against a more experienced purple belt, or getting a medal. Those things are OK, but not amazing. The absolutely BEST feeling was after my opponent tapped and I became aware of my win, I looked up and saw
my boyfriend yelling,
my mum clapping from far away in her seat and
all the girls from the Open Mat shouting and jumping like crazy people over the fence right in front of me. That memory is worth the hard work, the pain, the tears and everything else. Whenever I feel again like quitting I remember that moment and why do I really do this.
It is hard to think of myself as a "warrior" or something similar. But I am cool being a nobody among a lot of people because at the end what makes me who am I is who I choose to surround myself with. When the messenger of mysery cames to visit you, what are you going to do? what will keep you in the game? Being around these ladies reminded me that if I can look up, I can get up :) And if I can do it, everyone else can too.
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Jen and I <3 Photo by Tuomo Väinämö. |