“Never was a cornflake girl, thought that was a good solution.
Hanging with the raisin girls, she’s gone to the other side.” -Tori Amos
When I’m talking to my husband about Jiu-Jitsu, sometimes he gets this glazed look in his eyes and I don’t think he’s really listening anymore, but I don’t care, I just keep talking anyway, because I need to get it out. It’s become the same way with this blog, and it doesn’t even matter to me if anyone reads or likes it, I can’t seem to shut up about Jiu-Jitsu. Maybe that’s why Joe attempted to verbally silence me in Ethridge class yesterday, by kneeing me in the bottom of the chin, which caused me to bite my tongue. His evil plan didn’t work however, because I can still speak (it just hurts to eat), and thankfully my fingers have not yet become so maimed from BJJ that I’m unable to type!
We had another good no-gi armbar practice in Ethridge class yesterday (I just should’ve worn a mouthguard), but for some reason I just keep thinking back to a moment that took place earlier this week at LBJJC, when I was in the process of winning against a blue belt during king of the mat, and he said “This isn’t happening.” I wanted to respond “You bet your life it is!”, but I actually took his statement to mean that whatever he was trying to do wasn’t working, as opposed to “I can’t believe I’m losing to a little old lady.” He was probably just thinking out loud, which is something I’ve also developed a tendency to do during rolling, but I usually say things like “Posture!”, or “No, no, no!”.
Come to think of it, Ginger Snaps is basically just me thinking out loud, and if I didn’t have this blog to allow me to get out all of these random thoughts about Jiu-Jitsu, there’s a chance that my friends and family would stop talking to me, and my husband might even divorce me, because they’re probably tired enough of hearing about grappling! I’m just kidding about Joe, he’s even willing to roll with me (and read my blog), but I think only people who train BJJ can truly understand.