We interrupt our regularly scheduled program to bring you this important message… Yeah, whatever. First, I have something else to write about. And second, just not ready to write the next
day posting topic 😉 And this is my blog, soooooooo I’ll do what I feel 🙂
So about this time last month, with the encouragement of a friend, I decided to try out a Brazilian Jiu Jitsu class located down the road from where I work. I drug my darling friend, Ali, and we got set up and learned a couple techniques and really liked it. Well, I did. She…not so much. 🙂 We sat out when everyone started to roll (spar) and as I watched the class pair off and begin, the excitement grew. I think a more normal reaction would have been fear, trepidation, anxiety. Nope, not for me. I couldn’t wait. The following Monday, I was part of the class. I went 5 out of the 6 days that first week. I think the following week was the same. Actually, every week looks about that way. I’m hooked. That first week, I was calling my brother-in-law every night after class to tell him what happened and get advice. He used to fight so is a great resource for me.
But I gotta say, I kinda felt like I was drowning. Closed guard. Half guard. Mount. High mount. Side mount. Grips. Arm bar. Shrimping. What?!?!?! What in the hell are they talking about?? So I watched. And asked questions. And googled. And YouTubed. Anything I could to even begin to figure out what they were talking about. As quickly as I learned something, it seemed to fall right out of my ear. The one thing that I learned pretty early on was that my brain does not automatically operate in BJJ. Just about anything I learned seemed counterintuitive.
Oh, so you did this?? My reaction: move away. BJJ method: get closer. But that is one of the greatest lures to the sport for me. It is a thinking game. Human chess. Your opponent makes a move. What are your options? Read the situation. Assess. Move. When I leave class in the evenings, I am worn out. WORN THE FUCK OUT! But my mind is in hyperdrive. Replaying what we learned. What we practiced. What happened when I rolled. I’m already planning on what to research. What to read up on. What videos to seek out on YouTube. The bruises, the many, many bruises, I wear with pride. I earned those. And I’m learning. Oh man, am I learning.
And I’m glad I picked the school I did. I have the best classmates in the world. They are all ready to help me. Give me advice. Show me where I went wrong. The other night I got caught in a position so after class, I was shown how to get out of it the next time it happened. Little did I know the next time was going to be the next night. And I didn’t get caught again. And it was all because of great and very helpful advice. I love being a part of the Gracie family of fighters. 🙂
The best part???? I got my first stripe the other night. YaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaY! Very excited and was completely caught off guard when the professor called my name. I’m pretty sure I skipped over to him. No, I’m sure I did. But I couldn’t help it. I’m a girl. That fights. 🙂 It felt great to move a step ahead.
But even better? The feeling like I am beginning to tread water. I’m no longer as confused by the terms used in class. I’ve done and am continuing to do my research. Again, I’m obssessed. 🙂 My body has begun to figure out how to move. Well, a little. I’m still getting smashed, but it is now taking a little bit longer.
So now this is what I do for fun and how I spend my evenings:
~~Til the next time… (maybe on the mat 😉 )