Before Ethridge Jiu-Jitsu class on Sunday, Amy asked me what I wanted to work on, and I told her we should do something that didn’t make me feel like I sucked, so she decided to start us off with some slow rolling. It was good for me because my husband’s reaction time is faster than mine, so it allowed me a chance to think about what I was doing, and not feel overwhelmed (like I normally do against Joe!). The only problem was that I don’t really like doing things slow, so they had to keep reminding me to dial it back.
Amy followed up the slow rolling by having Joe and I practice some chokes, then she started us out in various positions, and gave us thirty seconds to submit (preferably with a choke we had worked on). So much for having time to think, and not feeling like I suck! I couldn’t submit Joe, but to my credit, he also could not sub me, at least not within thirty seconds, but he did choke me during our full roll at the end. After class, the following conversation took place between my husband and I:
Joe- “My neck hurts from when you tried to squeeze my head off.”
Me- “Well, my throat hurts from when you tried to crush my trachea.”
Joe- “Yeah, but you could’ve broken my neck and killed me.”
Me- “You could’ve killed me easier! I don’t think I would physically be able to break your neck, but you could’ve totally crushed my windpipe.”
Joe- “Fair enough.”
When Amy calls our final roll a “death match”, Joe and I may be taking that a bit too seriously! It was a good thing our conversation took place in private, and not where we could be overheard by outsiders, because I don’t think they’d understand. I’m not sure if I lost because Joe had a better chance of killing me when we rolled, or if I actually won because he conceded to my point in the discussion! Either way, we’re both still in pain from each other, so it seems even now.