I went to the advanced class on Wednesday, and the beginner class on Thursday. I did all of the warm-ups, drilling, rolling, and my shoulder feels fine, so it’s full steam ahead! Both classes were awesome, and I managed to pull off a number of good things last night (passes, sweeps, transitions, escapes, and even a submission!). Going to the beginner class once in awhile does help remind me that I’m not totally awful at BJJ, and it’s funny, because when things are actually working for me, it’s almost surprising, because I’m so used to getting beaten in the advanced class that when I’m doing well, it’s like “How is this happening?!!”
One of the things I enjoyed most during class over the past couple of days didn’t have anything to do with Jiu-Jitsu. It was a small beginner class last night, there were only four students (including myself), and The Professor seemed more talkative than normal. Lively conversations were had about things like Ebola and biological warfare, but my favorite discussion involved the wacky waving inflatable arm flailing tube man that lives right outside of our door.
Awhile ago, an e-cigarette store moved in next to Lincoln BJJ Center, which didn’t make me very happy. Then they put one of those wacky waving tube men in front of their store, but instead of putting it by their own door, they put it by ours, which didn’t make me any happier. It’s completely visible through our windows, and sometimes it distracts me when I’m on the mat, because it’s hard to ignore that damn thing when it’s waving at me all of the time! “Hi, Gina!”. “Hi, Tube Man…oh shit, my guard just got passed.”
Last night was a beautiful night in Lincoln, so Greg propped the door open, and the breeze was wonderful, but then he had to close it, because we couldn’t hear what he was saying over the roar of flailing tube man’s fan. At that point, Greg decided he wouldn’t mind if it was destroyed, so he offered a stripe on our belts for anyone who was willing to go outside and run it over with their car! Although I agree that tube man must die, I’m not ready for another stripe, so I declined, but a couple of the white belts were all over it! Unfortunately, since the e-cig store was still open, vehicular homicide was not the best option at the time. We discussed alternate ways of taking it out, I believe someone suggested a shanking, but in the end, tube man lived to annoy us another day.
On a side note, if you replaced the word “inflatable” with “inflexible, “tube” with “newb”, and “man” with “woman”, it would pretty much describe me when I first started training Jiu-Jitsu! Wacky waving inflexible arm flailing newb woman.
(Disclaimer: No wacky waving inflatable arm flailing tube men were harmed in any way by anyone at LBJJC, and if one should ever come to a violent and tragic end, we didn’t have anything to do with it…but we wouldn’t be sad about it. ;)