My wrist isn’t ready for competition yet, so I won’t be entering our in-house Jiu-Jitsu tournament on Saturday, but my husband is planning on competing, and I don’t want him to! I really hate watching him or our daughter compete. It’s worse for me than when I compete myself, it makes me sick to my stomach, and sometimes I can barely watch. I think the reason it bothers me so much is that I have no control over what happens. I might freak out when I compete, but at least I am in charge.
It doesn’t help that the last time he competed in Jiu-Jitsu, he popped a rib. I never really worry much about myself getting hurt when I compete, but it’s hard for me to apply that to the ones I love, I constantly worry about them. I tried to coach Joe at the last Jiu-Jitsu tournament, but it was difficult to detach from the emotions (besides the fact that I am a crappy coach anyway). I think I’m going to try to find someone else to coach him this time.
In the last tournament Joe (who is a white belt, and technically does not even train Jiu-Jitsu) ended up competing against a purple who outweighed him by about twenty pounds, but since that purple was David Danger, I breathed a sigh of relief because I know that David has control and technique, and he wasn’t going to hurt Joe. The popped rib happened on the takedown, and it was just one of those things that was no one’s fault. Although this upcoming tournament is in-house, we will have a few people from other schools competing, and I’m worried about the people I don’t know.
I don’t want him to not compete just because I don’t want him to, but I will be really glad when his matches are over. Thankfully, Skyler isn’t competing on Saturday, so I won’t be having a total breakdown. I’m not sure how either of them feel about watching me compete, but I really wish I was the one fighting instead.