Gingerlocks and a bunch of bears

At the end of the advanced class at Lincoln BJJ last Monday, one of the blue belts said that he was going to go home and lay down and cry for a few hours, and everyone laughed, but I bet most of us have truly felt that way at one time or another in our training, so when I see a person with rank in BJJ, I can also see the blood, sweat, and tears that went into it. No one on the outside can really understand your journey the same way as someone who trains with you, or even someone who trains far away, which is one of the reasons I write this blog, because when I share my struggles, I’m not looking for any sympathy, I just hope that others might realize that loving BJJ doesn’t necessarily mean you’re always going to like it.

Calvin

It was four years ago yesterday that the first class was held at Lincoln BJJ Center, and one thing that I have loved since then is the place where I train. From that first class to the one I attended last night, every minute I’ve spent on the LBJJC mats has helped me grow. At times it’s been painful, exhausting, challenging, and even slightly demoralizing, but it’s all been wrapped in a package of encouragement, support, fun, and laughter with my teammates and instructors, which is a gift that keeps on giving.

When I first started training at Lincoln BJJ, I didn’t think too much about what the future might hold, because I was just trying to survive day by day, but now I can’t even remember the last time that I felt like laying down and crying after class! If the school was too soft, I wouldn’t have grown as much as I have, and if it was too hard, it might have broken me, but every day I’ve trained at LBJJC has been just right.