“Wish in one hand and shit in the other, and see which one fills up first.” -Bad Santa
I don’t have much specific to say about the advanced classes at LBJJC this week. Not that they were bad or anything, the technique of the week was the rolling back take, which was a lot of fun, I just don’t think I have anything interesting or informative to share about the classes, the techniques, or my performance in general. The worst part of training for me this week was that I missed out on the final fifteen minutes of rolling last night, because I tweaked my bad knee again, and I started wishing that it would stop being such a pain.
Whenever I find myself playing the wishing game regarding Jiu-Jitsu…”I wish I would’ve started when I was younger”, “I wish I could train every day”, “I wish I understood things the way Tumbleweed does”…then I will often take it to the extreme, just to show myself how ridiculous that line of thinking is. “I wish my mom had let me start BJJ when I was still a fetus, and that I was now eight foot tall and super strong but also really flexible, and I wish my body was completely impervious to pain and injury!”.
If wishing got you anywhere in BJJ, then I would probably be the best 46 year-old, three-stripe blue belt on the face of the earth, and I’m not, but at least I don’t suck anymore, and it wasn’t wishing that got me here, it was years of hard work. I’ve accepted that I will never get or be everything I wish, so I just try to do my best to work with what I do have. Some days I might get my ass handed to me (like during the entire 45 minutes of rolling on Monday), and other days I might not be able to train (like when I had to sit out yesterday), but to me, an imperfect journey is far preferable to none.