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So there we were in Big Bear, California. A whole crew of jiu jitsu guys ready to have a day of skiing. It was circa 1991 and we had driven for hours from Torrance, California up to Big Bear's ski resorts. Royce had already been in the states for a few years and was a regular on the slopes. Myself and Rigan Machado had arrived from Rio in early 1990 followed shortly by Rickson and lastly Ralph, who was a very new arrival.
Most of us were on a very tight budget as jiu jitsu was not yet a lucrative business. I remember having had to borrow all of my skiing attire and using our household's only vehicle (my '68 Camaro) to lug myself, Rigan and Ralph up the mountain. Needless to say my car was not a snow friendly vehicle.
We met up with Rickson, Royce and the others and readied ourselves for the first skiing excursion of our lives.
Surprisingly it wasn't as difficult as I had expected. We were all in phenomenal shape from constant jiu jitsu training and quickly picked up the sport. Looking back I can see how each of our different approaches to this new sport foretold how our grappling styles and teaching methods would evolve.
Rickson was methodical, deliberate and consistent as if he focused on improving without making mistakes. Already an avid surfer, his balance would not betray him. His style was never flashy but rather constant. My memory can only recall one position he sustained; upright.
Rigan approached the snow with a mix of bewilderment and determination. There laid before him an enigma that he was determined to conquer. Having been one of his closest friends I had seen that look before; it was the same look he had whenever he undertook something new. The end result after relentless practice was of him always mastering the challenge. With every fall he would learn something and steadily improve.
Ah yes, Ralph. Ralph didn't ski the mountain, he attacked it. He was fearless and willed his way to improvement. With the same regard for his body as a kamikaze, he relentlessly went down the slopes. Refusing to believe anyone could be better than him, he willed his own improvement. Anyone else would have left that day on a stretcher, but for Ralph it somehow worked. By the end of the day he was accomplished. Still crude but accomplished.
As for myself, I felt somewhat of an affinity with the snow. As a kid I had played hockey for years and the act of balancing on ice or snow were not that different. Unlike the ice rink I was not afforded a flat surface since I was on a mountain. I was determined to not let Ralph best me. (Our last competition was in a farm in Brazil where we both put our hands into a mound of fire ants to see who would pull their hand out first. After much deliberation and pain we agreed to pull our hands out at the same time.)
I must have fallen 99 times that day but I got back up 100. I'm still getting back up.
We kept skiing as the day wore on and into the night. There were fewer and fewer people but we stayed. Rickson decided to stay and get a ride back with us. It was dark and the resort lights were on and we kept skiing the mountain until the resort closed and we were the only ones left skiing. We must have been there for about 10 hours.
Finally we made our way to the parking lot. I was satisfied at having gotten a good workout but relieved to get out of the cold since my jeans were soaking wet from the snow. We were all smiles as we approached my car until somewhat of a disaster struck....
Continued tomorrow
Most of us were on a very tight budget as jiu jitsu was not yet a lucrative business. I remember having had to borrow all of my skiing attire and using our household's only vehicle (my '68 Camaro) to lug myself, Rigan and Ralph up the mountain. Needless to say my car was not a snow friendly vehicle.
We met up with Rickson, Royce and the others and readied ourselves for the first skiing excursion of our lives.
Surprisingly it wasn't as difficult as I had expected. We were all in phenomenal shape from constant jiu jitsu training and quickly picked up the sport. Looking back I can see how each of our different approaches to this new sport foretold how our grappling styles and teaching methods would evolve.
Rickson was methodical, deliberate and consistent as if he focused on improving without making mistakes. Already an avid surfer, his balance would not betray him. His style was never flashy but rather constant. My memory can only recall one position he sustained; upright.
Rigan approached the snow with a mix of bewilderment and determination. There laid before him an enigma that he was determined to conquer. Having been one of his closest friends I had seen that look before; it was the same look he had whenever he undertook something new. The end result after relentless practice was of him always mastering the challenge. With every fall he would learn something and steadily improve.
Ah yes, Ralph. Ralph didn't ski the mountain, he attacked it. He was fearless and willed his way to improvement. With the same regard for his body as a kamikaze, he relentlessly went down the slopes. Refusing to believe anyone could be better than him, he willed his own improvement. Anyone else would have left that day on a stretcher, but for Ralph it somehow worked. By the end of the day he was accomplished. Still crude but accomplished.
As for myself, I felt somewhat of an affinity with the snow. As a kid I had played hockey for years and the act of balancing on ice or snow were not that different. Unlike the ice rink I was not afforded a flat surface since I was on a mountain. I was determined to not let Ralph best me. (Our last competition was in a farm in Brazil where we both put our hands into a mound of fire ants to see who would pull their hand out first. After much deliberation and pain we agreed to pull our hands out at the same time.)
I must have fallen 99 times that day but I got back up 100. I'm still getting back up.
We kept skiing as the day wore on and into the night. There were fewer and fewer people but we stayed. Rickson decided to stay and get a ride back with us. It was dark and the resort lights were on and we kept skiing the mountain until the resort closed and we were the only ones left skiing. We must have been there for about 10 hours.
Finally we made our way to the parking lot. I was satisfied at having gotten a good workout but relieved to get out of the cold since my jeans were soaking wet from the snow. We were all smiles as we approached my car until somewhat of a disaster struck....
Continued tomorrow