First of all, do you ever experience a flash of emotion that is so fleeting you have to think back on what caused it?
I felt a quick surge of happiness when driving the other day and thought, “Where did that come from?” Then I realized I had passed my Jiu-Jitsu gym and had caught a glimpse of its darkened windows as I motored by.
I brought Youngest Daughter with me recently and got to relive the joy of hearing Instructor’s jokes for the first time through her laughter. She particularly enjoyed every time he said, “Motorcycle grip. Vroom. Vroom.”
There was also, “Walk your foot up like a duck, ‘Quack quack quack,'” and “Feed one hand to the other ‘Nom nom,'” as he had his hand “bite” his other wrist.
He explained Gable Grip as “double Queen Elizabeth hands.” He waved like she does, then clasped his hands together.
He also mentioned how a bigger stronger guy figures he can crush you when he gets you in a headlock. “Then you easily get out of it, and he looks confused. You say, ‘I do Jiu-Jitsu. Don’t be confused.'”
Another time, when demonstrating with a guy, he asked, “Who’s stronger, him or me?” Someone said, “Him.” Instructor paused, put a hand over his heart and said, “Too quick, bro. I’m hurt. That was too quick.” (Did I already share that one? If so, sorry.)
At the start of a class last week, everyone stepped away from the wall to partner up, leaving me standing alone. Then Instructor’s standard demo partner, SD1 (Surfer Dude), strutted up to me with his chest out in a “You want a piece of me?” fashion. Ha! 🙂
Later it was taking a while to complete the Americana armlock on him. I said, “If I don’t submit you, I might submit myself from having my nose in your armpit.”
“Heh. Sorry about that,” he said.
“I’m just messing with you,” I told him, which was partially true.
At the put-it-all-together-and-just-go-for-it part of class, SD1 was moving slowly, taking it easy on me. Instructor walked by and said, “SD1,” then flashed him three fingers.
“What did that mean?” I asked.
“It means go full force.”
I was honored Instructor believed in me.
When I was attempting a rear naked choke on SD1, I said, “Remember that time, way back when we had Wall Drills, when I got you in an RNC?”
“Yeah. I wrote about it on my blog. Please refer to this link.”
“Okay. Let me snag my phone and check that out,” he said.
Just kidding. “I must have blocked it out,” he said. “Good job, though,” he added cheerfully.
In a recent class, SD1 was absent, so Instructor called on me to be his demo partner. When it was time for people to pair up and practice, there were an odd number of people, meaning no partner for me.
“Would you like to walk the floor with me and help out the students?”
“Uh, sure.” I was a bit mystified. Usually he only lets upper belts do that.
Next thing you know, people are calling my name to ask for help, and I’m showing the giant tattooed guy how to do the Elevator Sweep.
Man, was that fulfilling!
I texted this to a friend afterward:
Maybe co-teach was a bit strong, but still. Can you believe it? I can hardly believe it.
On my way out, Instructor said, “See you, Betsy!” Then several upper belts from the back corner, getting ready for their class, echoed his words, with arms raised in farewell.
“Yes, you will, my friends,” I said with an evil chuckle. “I’ll be joining your ranks soon, so yes… you… will… Mwuahahaha!”
Or I just called back, “See you, guys!” and left. You decide which.
One last thing. Notice anything?