Yesterday during Throwing Sunday at the dojo, Coach Amy said that Joe was going to make me fly, so I asked her “You mean he’s going to drop me through the Moon Door?” (which seems only slightly more terrifying than being thrown by him, and at least I’d only have to do it once!), but she responded by saying this wasn’t Game of Thrones, which is a good thing, because when you play that game, you either win or you die, and I rarely win against my husband in Jiu-Jitsu class, especially on Throwing Sundays.
Amy usually has us practice throwing on the first Sunday of every month, but last week I was able to negotiate with her into postponing it until this week, then Kristy ended up being sick yesterday, and when I found out she wasn’t going to be there, I tried to cancel class entirely, but Joe told me to just put my gi on and get it over with. Later on he asked Amy and I how long we’ve been doing this class together, and I answered “Over seven years.”, then Amy responded “And yet you’re still afraid of being thrown!”, which does seem ridiculous when I think about it. I know that Kristy hasn’t practiced a lot of throwing herself, but I don’t think the fear of it is what made her sick, but if it is, I have bad news for her, because for our no gi class on the last Sunday on the month, Amy said we might work on no gi throwing, and then the next Sunday will be the first of the month again, so the Game of Throws never ends!
Even though I don’t really want to, I’m still regularly practicing throwing, and I have made progress. Amy even said that some of my throws were good yesterday, not just acceptable, and I think I was more relaxed than I’ve ever been while being thrown, partly because she kept making me laugh while Joe was practicing on me, by saying things like “You are so relaxed right now that other people are jealous of how relaxed you are”.
Instead of doing our normal death match at the end of class (with submission only tournament style sparring), yesterday Amy had us do Judo style matches, with the wins only being allowed by ippon. Although Joe ended up winning like usual, I’m happy that I at least got one throw on him (koshi guruma), but he didn’t land fully on his back, so it wasn’t a win. It was also nice yesterday when Amy and Joe both agreed that despite my persistent hatred of falling, I do have the technical knowledge and ability to qualify as a yellow belt in Judo. Not that I ever have any intentions of going to Judo class, and if I did, I sure as hell wouldn’t walk up to The Cap’n and be like “Just give me a yellow belt, there’s no need for a test.”, because seeing as how he once told me he would rip off my arms and legs just for putting something in the wrong place, I’m pretty sure that such insolence would warrant me a more gruesome death than anything George R.R. Martin could imagine!
“A soul in tension that’s learning to fly, condition grounded but determined to try” -Pink Floyd