It was time to roll. Instructor turned on music.
And I started dancing.
Typically, for this to happen, I have to be very comfortable with the people around me. So me dancing at Jiu-Jitsu… What the heck was that?!
For starters, it was, at best, some weird kick thing reminiscent of Elaine from Seinfeld.
While I was doing triangle chokes in Reflex Development with Iceberg, Surfer Dude was watching.
“Where do you have your foot?” he asked me.
I looked. “Oh, it’s on his knee. It should be on his hip. Sorry. That was lazy of me.”
“You’re in Master Cycle now,” he reminded me, and continued reminding me as he pulled no punches when we rolled together later. “I want you to be as good at triangles as I am.”
“Whoa,” I said, kind of flattered at his apparent faith in me, since he is the king of triangles. “New life goal.”
Next SD helped Iceberg properly triangle choke me.
“When her face starts turning red like that, you know you’re getting it,” SD told him.
“Thanks, man. Appreciate it,” I said. He smiled.
Before Jiu-Jitsu class formally started one night, two students were trying to do a particular move. They couldn’t remember how it started (the indicator) and were doing the parts they could remember rather clumsily. Doing it incorrectly repeatedly is not a good way to practice. It would’ve been wrong for me to stand by and watch.
“You doing class 20?” I asked.
“Take the back from the guard?” one said.
I nodded.
“Wow, she even knows the numbers,” one said to the other.
I know this number, for a very specific reason, which I’ll tell you in a moment.
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