Oh, so tired. I am so tired after tonight’s class. It’s a good tired. Fatigue and satisfaction. I rolled with a purple and a blue belt who had enough control to keep the pressure on but not crush me. It’s amazing how quickly my muscles can tire out. My last roll was with a companion white belt. We were both so “done” that we called it quits after a few minutes.
Before class tonight, Husband said, “I know what I’m going to talk about at Fight Club.”
Husband has mentioned Fight Club to me before. It’s actually Clergy Fight Club, and you all probably want more of an explanation right about now. Clergy Fight Club is a slam story-telling event organized by one of Husband’s colleagues. The first rule of Clergy Fight Club is that you can’t talk about Clergy Fight Club so my understanding of it is kind of vague. I only know that ministers get up and tell stories. The clergy person who tells the best story, wins. Husband has been intrigued with this since he heard about it. He has vowed to enter the next CFC, coming up in June. His story wheels have been turning lately. Tonight it seems he has found his topic.
“I’m going to talk about BJJ.”
I suppose it makes sense. The minister with a bad back can’t actually fight. But his wife attends a kind of Fight Club tri-weekly. The clergy person who cringes at the thought of a take-down is married to someone who practiced headlocks and armbars tonight. What better story to tell at Clergy Fight Club?
Tonight the pre-class chatter waxed philosophical. Can anyone ever do anything that is not self-serving? When we do a favor for someone and it makes us feel good, aren’t we benefiting?
Husband has been letting me go to BJJ two to three times a week. He feeds, bathes, and puts the kids to bed alone. He’s more than capable, but it’s just nicer to have a partner around. He does this all for me. He gives me this time to pursue an interest. He is being a good Husband by letting me expand my world. Or so I thought until Clergy Fight Club. Now I realize the self-serving nature of his sacrifice. I am doing the extensive, first-hand research that he can’t. I will be the subject of his slam story this June. I have a feeling it won’t stop there.
Does this mean I have to extend my trial until June? Husband thinks I need more time to really understand jiu jitsu. I think he needs more time to develop his Clergy Fight Club story.