I’ve been back at Jiu-Jitsu for three months but am still discouraged by the slow climb to where I was before my foot broke.
Sometimes I wonder if I should stay home, watch TV, and eat garbage with Hubby instead of go to class.
Sometimes I’m just tired and not feeling it.
Sometimes I go anyway.
Then I find myself smiling and fist bumping the friendly students who greet me and ask how I’m doing.
Class begins and Her Royal Highness and I get the giggles over our inability to properly execute the moves. I’m grateful that, rather than be annoyed, Instructor laughs with us. I consider whether he’d be so amiable if it had been me with someone other than his wife.
I had somehow managed to throw her on her back while flipping myself over on my head rather than over my shoulder. It’s a wonder I didn’t hurt my neck, but since that’s not a lower extremity, it was fine. Later squashing my toe and needing to ice it after class is par for the course, however.
