I just got back from a run with my husband. I made a joke about starting up BJJ at my age and how some people might consider that psychologically unsound. (Heck, one of my students told me yesterday that she couldn’t start anything new because it was mid-way through her senior year.) Husband, in usual form, took this opportunity to put his ministerial spin on things. “That’s not unsound. In fact, it shows complete put-togetherness. You recognize a spiritual need and you are following it. That’s healthy.” Then he went on to say that, if I feel vulnerable and fearful, addressing that by learning a martial art is positive spiritual sustenance. “What if I just want to kick ass?” I responded. “Well, that’s okay, too,” he said. But just not his.
This morning I wrenched that muscle I pulled last Wednesday in class. My son had crawled into bed with me in the wee hours of the morning. When the alarm went off, I reached over him to press “snooze.” Pain shot through my side. I’ve been popping ibuprofen all day. I’ll have to be careful tonight in class.