Before the advanced class at Lincoln BJJ on Wednesday night, Grizzly Adam declared that he was old because he turned thirty-six, and I didn’t open my mouth until he said “In four years, I’ll be forty.”, and I couldn’t help but respond “In four years, I’ll be fifty!”. Then Henry said “In four years, Conan will be ancient.”, and Conan told Adam “Four years from the age you are now is how old I was when I started training.”, so I looked at Conan and asked “You started Jiu-Jitsu when you were forty?, and when he replied in the affirmative, I said “Me, too!”. I knew he was old when he started, but I didn’t know he was that old. Adam then asked Conan if there was ever a time when he felt like he was too old to train BJJ, and he answered “Never.” (I wish I could say the same!)
Sir Conan taught the class on Wednesday, focusing on passing butterfly guard (which is still my least favorite form of guard!), and during drilling and rolling, I felt like I just couldn’t get it together. I did have some good moments (I’m especially happy about getting a hip bump sweep!), and I actually didn’t get submitted at all (Tumbleweed wasn’t there ;), but I felt like my performance was lacking, because I was more tired than usual, yet I did make it through the entire ninety minutes of class.
I felt all beat up and worn out when we were stretching at the end, so I asked Conan “Why am I so old?”. He didn’t actually answer the rhetorical question, but responded with “If you weren’t doing this, you would probably just be sitting on the couch.”, and it reminded me of something one of my husband’s friends had said “Nothing kills a person faster than a couch.”, which isn’t exactly true (unless you dropped a couch on someone, that might kill them pretty quickly!), but I get the point.
When The Hulk was complaining about being old at thirty-six, I was thinking “I wish I was thirty-six!”, but since the obvious answer to the question “Why am I so old?” is “Because you haven’t died yet.”, then being forty-six is actually a blessing! Thankfully I’m not too old to train BJJ, and no matter how old I get, Conan will still be six years older than me. So, here’s to another year of Jiu-Jitsu, and another year of not dying. Cheers!