Can’t keep not exercising forever.
This is Linda and I at our first lesson, at Cavalo Brazilian JiuJitsu. Supposedly it’s a great martial arts for girls, because it’s a real equalizer – someone little like me can take down a 220 lb man.
Our instructor there in the black is 4th-black belt, Eduardo Rocha, one of the world’s best. Good first instructor huh.
You’re going down, Linda.
So I’m learning the basics, like this Keri, then like that Keri, okay I’m getting it, then:
Me: hey I can add a couple elbows into this move
Instructor: there’s no punching in Jujitsu, Keri.
Me: WHAAAAT?!
Me: mega sigh
But my fist kept naturally going back, so I kept hearing: no punching Keri. Keri.No. Punching.
Linda came back and is now pummelling me.
And this is how to break an arm.
Think this’ll be a fun distraction, and I could have a knack for this. Plus it’s a way to shut my brain off completely, like racing: you can’t think about anything else – forced meditation.
Add in that look in my eye (the look that has gotten me into as much trouble, as it has got me out) and tada, let’s fight. But with punching.
