So we are rolling at BJJ class on Tuesday. After I am done, I look down at my pant leg….
brownness.
My training partner took one whiff and that was enough.
Poopoo.
The only plausible ( I Hope!) explanation was that there was a 3-4 year old Tae kwon do class in there earlier in the day.
My instructor said it could have been a crushed up cookie, but cookies don’t smell like that… at least when you eat them.
So I have been taking BJJ lessons since October and I thought I was progressing pretty well. Some guys at my gym will be testing for our Blue Belts at the end of May. This is pretty big for me since I haven’t excelled at most sports my whole life. Do you need a guy to guard the best player on the other basketball team poorly? I’m your man. I played varsity baseball because I had a good glove and the coach DH’d for me (ouch).
So I entered a BJJ tournament as a four stripe whitebelt, the closest you can be to a blue belt. I even cut my weight to below 200lbs to be in the 175-200lb division (the alternative was the 200+ division). So I entered the white belt gi and no-gi divisions.
Whoops.
It turns out the no-gi division is basically a way for wrestlers to wrestle after high school. I got my neck bent 4 ways at once. I had a better chance in the gi division, but when the other guy had 4 coaches yelling instructions at him, I got a bit overwhelmed. I can feel where they beat me. At least when you lose in baseball you don’t feel the loss in your body.
My biggest satifaction was the Arby’s after the whole ordeal. It was almost like the young lady behind the counter knew how bad things were for me because she gave me two orders of fries!
The antidote to dissapointment and soreness is curly fries.
