You know how when people are drunk, they will sometimes start spouting anything that pops into their head? Well, that’s kind of how I was during the advanced class last night, after the warmups and throwing fit-in practice, when I survived five ten-minute rolls. After awhile I was so tired that I became much more verbal than normal, and most of my talking involved cursing at myself. During my final roll with Tumbleweed, he got me in a second arm triangle in quick succession after the first one, so I said “Dammit!”, but he laughed and agreed that my response was correct. Other than bitching at myself, I also remember teasing Chuckles when he was trying to choke me, by saying “I’m just going to keep talking, so you know I’m not choking.”
Besides being so high on Jiu-Jitsu that I betrayed my typical quiet introvert ways, I can’t even remember half of what actually happened during my rolls, except that I was armbarred and choked many times by Paddy, Tyler, Brian, Justin, and Mike, but I still think I put up a decent defense, because they are all beasts. One thing I know for sure is that at the end of class, I felt great, I was all “Yeah, I did that shit!”, and I still had some of the tired-drunk thing going on, because when I was shaking my bro’s hands, I was feeling like “I love you, man!”
The sense of accomplishment and peace at the end of a tough all-spars class like that might be partially due to endorphins, but not entirely, because I’ve never experienced anything like it anywhere else. If we could bottle that BJJ feeling and sell it on the black market, we’d probably be filthy rich, but it’s not something you can just buy, you have to earn it.