They keep thanking me for going in to the kids’ classes at Lincoln BJJ Center on Mondays and Wednesdays to work with Brooklyn, but I really don’t feel as though I’m doing anyone a favor, except myself. I’m sincere when I say that I can always use work on the details of my basics, and when I’m in the kids’ classes, I’m treated just as if I’m one of the students. Participating in those classes, and then going to the adult advanced class immediately afterward, is only helping me increase my stamina, and get better.
If I am doing it for anyone besides myself, it’s not necessarily for my school, but for Brooklyn herself. I want her to keep training, and since she’s the only 10-15 year-old in the kids’ classes at Lincoln BJJ (so far), I know I’m a better partner for her than most anyone else there. Wouldn’t it be super cool if the first person to get a blue belt in the kids’ class was a girl? Working with Brooklyn has also helped me see another side of Jiu-Jitsu, one that I almost never get to see, and that is what it’s like to work with someone who is much smaller and weaker than I am. I have fifty pounds on her, and I’m always afraid of hurting her, so I have to be very aware and careful at all times, yet still give her enough resistance to make it real.
As if all of the bonuses I get from working with Brooklyn weren’t already enough, yesterday Greg pulled me into his office for a little chat. Brooklyn’s dad said “Uh oh, you’re in trouble!”, and I was quite sure he was right, but, in fact, Greg wanted to say that he really appreciated me coming in to work with Brooklyn, and he wanted to offer me some private lessons in exchange for my help! I’m supposed to figure out how many kids’ classes I think would be a fair trade for one private lesson, but I really have no idea how to calculate that, since I don’t feel as though working with Brooklyn is costing me anything, and it’s actually helping me. Thank me? No, thank you!
In other BJJ news…I made it through the kids’ class, and then most of the adult class last night, but it wasn’t my sore back, or even my tweaked wrist, that caused me to drop out towards the end of my first seven-minute roll. It was me accidentally throwing my face into Mike’s knee that sent me to the sidelines! I don’t remember exactly what happened, so I’m not really sure what I did to deserve it, but it was probably because I wasn’t postured up, or something like that. The impact was directly underneath my left eye (which is the same eye that had stitches, but luckily this was a couple inches lower). At first Mike and I just kept rolling, but then it started swelling and I was having a little trouble seeing, so I went and got an ice pack. If I could’ve figured out how to strap that ice on and continue grappling, I probably would have, because I wasn’t ready to stop yet!
This workplace has gone
30 0 days without an accident.