I had a senior moment during Jiu-Jitsu class last night, which didn’t involve me blanking out on a technique, because it wasn’t the type that is caused by age, but by time. Sir Conan taught the advanced class, and during king of the mat, when he was busy helping some new people sign up, he put me in charge of watching the mat, because I was “the most experienced person in class”. I pointed out that the senior student was actually Henry, then Henry said “You’ve been here longer than I have”, so I said “You’ve been training since you were five” (he started in TaeKwonDo), but he remarked that it wasn’t the same thing, so I responded that even though I’ve been at LBJJC longer, he’s a purple belt, and I’m still blue.
Then, when Conan stepped into the office for a moment and I was in charge, someone almost died! That might be a slight exaggeration, but one of the pairs of people who were rolling did get a little carried away and bumped into one of the other pairs, and no one was even injured, but I think it might have been worse if I hadn’t stepped in at the last second and yelled something like “Be careful, watch your space!”. I submit this incident as evidence to why I should probably never be put in charge of anything ever again (mostly because I don’t like having use my “outside” voice, or even my inside voice, for that matter ;).
Another senior moment in class did have to do with my age, because at one point Henry had the audacity to tell me he’s old. He said that because he’s 26, he’s almost 30, so I said “You’re closer to 30 than to 20, but I’m closer to 50 than to 45, so I win”, and he agreed. I didn’t even have to point out that my daughter is only a year younger than he is! Yet neither of us has anything on Conan, because as he reminded me a couple of weeks ago on my 48th birthday, no matter how hard I try to beat him, he will always be older than me (but he’s still closer to 50 than to 60!), which is the main reason I call him Sir, because I was taught to respect my elders, and it has nothing to do with the fact that over the last eight years he has repeatedly put me in crucifixes and refused to let go until I said “You’re the boss, Sir Conan”. Although I do have to admit that after he allowed me my own brief stint at bossdom last night, I’m quite happy with letting him keep the job!