Sometimes I actually wish I didn’t love Jiu-Jitsu, so that I could quit. Man, would life be so much easier! My entire body wouldn’t hurt all of the time, and I wouldn’t always be having my ass handed to me. I wouldn’t be crushed, and suffocated, and have my face buried in stinky gis that smell like they haven’t been washed for months. My ego wouldn’t be in a constant state of insecurity, and I could stop feeling like I’m on a treadmill that doesn’t move forward, no matter how fast I run. I especially wouldn’t miss mat burn, or mat bullies who don’t let go when I tap.
But for every single reason I can think of for quitting, I can think of a hundred more reasons why it would make my life worse. Now that I’ve found Jiu-Jitsu, I’m not sure I could live without it. I just don’t have it in me to walk away. So, I’ll keep running on the treadmill, and even if it never really takes me anywhere, at least I’ll be in shape! I know I’m moving forward, although it doesn’t always feel that way, and every obstacle in my path will eventually be hurdled. For the love of Jiu-Jitsu, I can’t quit.